Monday, October 25, 2010

Don't compare your life with others



”P, aku jealous lah dengan ko. Ko sejak single balik ni, bahagia je aku tengok. Senyum je selalu. Pastu makin ramai pulak aweks yang dating dengan ko akhir2 ni. Ish, bertuah badan hang!”


P hanya tersenyum. Komen E terhadapnya sungguh bersifat luaran. Dia tidak tahu bagaimana gelodak hatinya sejak perpisahan tunggalnya dengan si kekasih hati beberapa bulan yang lalu.


“Aku kalau boleh nak jadi macam hang gak la. Single balik. Xda komitmen, boleh keluar dengan ramai aweks. Boleh senyum selalu. Ada awek ni, ada la berteman sikit. Tapi yang banyaknya akhir2 ini adalah gaduh. Sikit2 pun gaduh. Haish, kuat merajuk dah satu hal. Susah pulak tu nak dipujuk. Awek aku ni satu macam la, over sensitive.”


“E, aku rasa baik ko jaga elok2 awek ko tu. Ko sure tak mau dan takkan mau jadi macam aku ni skarang!” Bentak P sambil berlalu meninggalkan E.


E terpinga2. Tidak disangka P yang happy go lucky orangnya itu akan melenting seperti itu.


P berlalu. ”Bersyukurlah E, kau tidak tahu betapa kesunyiannya aku walau didampingi ramai gadis! Jangan compare hidup kau dengan aku. You don’t know what I’ve went through”, hatinya bermonolog.


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N pulang dari kerja. Tercatuk di kiub kerjanya, berdepan dengan komputer sahaja sejak pukul 8 pagi tadi memang memenatkan. Bukan dia mahu bekerja seperti itu. Dia lebih inginkan kerja yang membolehnya berinteraksi dengan manusia, seperti doktor – cita-citanya yang tidak kesampaian. Tapi kerana desakan keluarga yang menginginkan dia cepat habis belajar dan bekerja, apatah lagi sebagai anak sulung; dia akur. Nah, terhumbanlah dia ke dunia itu. Dunia yang meletihkan lagi kesunyian.


Adiknya J, sangat mengagumi abangnya dan bercita2 utk mempunyai karier yang sama seperti abangnya. Gaji pun besar. Diam2 dia menyimpan impian itu.


Satu hari J & N berborak bersama. Dalam perbualan itu, J menghalakan arah tuju perbualan itu ke arah cita-citanya. Dia mahu jadi seperti N.


“Kalau abang nak tau, J pun nak kerja yang sama macam abang. Gaji besar, boleh beli kereta mewah, boleh bawa mak ayah pergi jalan-jalan...kan best tu! Sama macam abang sekarang.”


“J, abang rasa J jangan amik course sama macam yang abang amik dulu. Abang tak rasa J sesuai dengan kerja tu,” ulas si abang yang tahu J memang seorang periang orangnya. Dia tidak mahu adik kesayangannya dikaburi kesenangan dunia, dengan menerima bahana kesunyian dan kemurungan seperti dialaminya.


“Kenapa bang?”


“Kerja abang ni tak berinteraksi dengan manusia. Sangat sunyi dan membosankan. Ini tidak sesuai dengan karakter J yang periang dan suka berinteraksi. You’ll get bored easily & felt depressed soon.”


“Itu ke yang abang alami sekarang? Tapi kenapa abang pilih jalan ni?”


“Because this is my journey. I chose to be like this so that our family can prosper and financially stable. You don’t have to be like me. You can choose better career that suits yourself. It’s your journey. And everybody have different ones.”


Si adik termangu. Dalam hatinya, dia mengagumi abangnya yang telah banyak berkorban itu. “It’s your journey. And everybody have different ones!” Perkataan itu bergema-gema di benaknya.


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Dua cerita yang berbeza, tapi membawa kesimpulan yang sama. Jangan membandingkan kehidupan anda dengan orang lain. Kita seringkali melihat orang lain hidup lebih bahagia dari diri kita, tanpa kita tahu apa sebenarnya yang dirasai mereka. Orang lain lebih kaya dari kita, lebih itu dan ini; berjaya itu dan ini. Kita seringkali merasakan hidup kita ini serba kekurangan. Serba ketidakadilan jika dibandingkan dengan manusia lain.


Lupakah anda di saat anda berjaya mendapat 8A dalam PMR, semua member anda dapat result sama ke? Di saat anda dapat hadiah cabutan bertuah di majlis sekian-sekian, orang lain dapat ke? Time si apek cina jual ikan yang duduk sebelah rumah kita tu menang loteri RM2juta, semua orang menang gak ke? Tentulah tidak bukan. Asbab? Sebab setiap orang punya jalan hidup masing-masing yang Allah dah tentukan. Kalau tak percaya sila rujuk hadith no 4 dari koleksi 42 hadith diriwayat oleh Imam Nawawi. Setiap orang itu telah ditetapkan perjalanan hidup dan rezeki masing-masing. Jodohnya, ajal, celaka atau bahagia. Setiap orang pun berbeza.



Berhentilah membuat perbandingan. Hidup anda adalah cerita anda sendiri. You chart your own journey. Don’t compare yours with others, cause it will never be the same. Instead, be grateful & walk ahead.


Lagipun, kita wajar takut; andai kita terus membanding2kan kelebihan orang lain dengan kekurangan diri kita; kita jadi lupa untuk bersyukur pada nikmat2 Allah yang memang dah banyak tak terkira. Jadi kufur plak nanti. Astaghfirullah. Teringat kat firman Allah surah Ibrahim ayat 7:


“Demi sesungguhnya! Jika kamu bersyukur nescaya Aku akan tambah nikmat-Ku kepada kamu, dan demi sesungguhnya jika kamu kufur, sesungguhnya azab-Ku amatlah berat.”


Nota kaki: aweks = plural utk awek.


p/s: Atuk saya time muda2 dapat kawen dua. Saya pun nak jadi macam dialah. Woha! Gurau saja. Marah bakal bini saya nanti kalau baca entry ni.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Back from hiatus: This made my eyes wet

Apology for not updating this blog since the end of last year. I have been busy settling myself down in Malaysia and jumping into the new world of working. Only now I have the chance to write down on this blog, sharing the wisdom with fellow readers.

The story that I want to share in this blog is not my original work nor I heard about it on my own. It sources out from a chained email that I received from my brother. Please, read it to your heart's content.

This made my eyes wet

Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumma prayers, the Imam and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other Islamic literature.

This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with their booklets, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready!'

His dad asked, 'Ready for what' 'Dad, it's time we go out and distribute these Islamic books.'

Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to hell, even though it's raining?'

Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather..'

Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go Please'

His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the booklets. Be careful son.'

'Thanks, Dad!'

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a pamphlet or a booklet.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered..

He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, he turned to leave, but something stopped him.

Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!

He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU and I came to give you my very last booklet which will tell you all about God, the real purpose of creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.'

With that, he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave.

She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

Next week on Friday afternoon after Jumma prayers, the Imam was giving some lectures. As he concludes the lectures, he asked, 'Does anybody have questions or want to say anything?'

Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an elderly lady's voice was heard over the speaker.
'No one in this gathering knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Friday I was not a Muslim, and thought I could be. My husband died few years ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, i was contemplating suicide as i had no hope left.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly....

I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU!'

Then he gave me this booklet, Path To Paradise that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this book. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see? I am now a Happy Vicegerent of the One True God. Since the address of your congregation was stamped on the back of this booklet, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

There was not a dry eye in the mosque. The shouts of TAKBIR...ALLAH AKBAR.. rented the air.



Imam-Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where the little angel was seated....

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no jama'at has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a father that was more filled with love and honor for his son... Except for One. This very one...

Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.

Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. Heaven is for His people!
Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you.

Please share this wonderful message


Spread His Word, help Him and you'll see His hand in everything you do...


Q 5:3: This day I've perfected your religion for you, and completed my favor on you, and chose Islam for you as religion.... .

With prayers...

p/s: the origin of the story is unknown. however, let the morale of the story stick in our hearts...inspiring ourselves to double the effort to spread Islam to people around us. InsyaAllah