Thursday, June 28, 2012

Our WRITTEN story...

Before I am writing this, less than 12 hours ago, there came to me a shocking news. I wanted to write this sooner but was interrupted by my little Ibrahim who very much in love with the keyboard.

The news was - Daddy got into an accident.

I knew Daddy was somewhat different when he entered my house. At first I thought it was because there were Maksu and Pak Rashid. But when daddy spoke of the accident, it all makes sense.

When Daddy started the conversation, "Daddy sebenarnya tak nak bagitau... Actually, tadi Daddy accident", at the very beginning, I was expecting to hear about a small accident since Daddy didn't carry any bruises let alone any cuts.

As the story progresses, I could feel that at one point of the story, my heart skipped a beat. This was not an ordinary car accident. Daddy's car accident equation has too many variables. The car he was driving skidded + lose control + hit trees + turned a few times + flying into the air + went into the river + escaping through window... To be honest, I couldn't recall the full story in detail but those words came to me pretty much loud and clear. Why wasn't I paying attention? Because: 1 - I was engulfed with syukur to Allah that Daddy is fine and 2 -I could not believe that this happened to Daddy.

I was informed that it happened at about 2pm yesterday. I remember clearly what I did at 2pm yesterday. I saw the clock at my monitor turned 2. I put on my socks and gather up my notes and books before locking the door behind me. On the way, I bumped into my ex-student and we depart our own ways as I reached the staircase. I then went into the classroom and there I talked to my student. My state of mood was totally normal and I would dare to say that it must have been totally opposite for Daddy. 

....... you see, I was trying to figure out if I've had the slightest clue that something serious had taken place at the very same seconds in which everything was normal to me...... I then tried to remember when and what was the last thing I've spoken to Dad. Have I done anything wrong towards him? Have I seek his forgiveness? Have I made him happy? Have I done enough for him? .....

Life is too short. Mati itu pasti. I wonder why there are still people fighting among families. Breaking ties. Don't they realised this? Do you want to be in a state of regret? There's a hadith in Sahih Bukhari stating:
Narrated Jubair bin Mut'im: That he heard the Prophet saying, "The person who severs the bond of kinship will not enter Paradise."  
I also knew everything happens for a reason. Daddy was not driving his 11 years old Iswara but his company's four-wheel drive instead. The four-wheel drive was returned to him early yesterday's morning after his friend borrowed it from him for more than a week. Looking at photos of his four-wheel drive, I could say that the Iswara stands no chance. The outcome might be different too.

May Allah protect us all... and more importantly may Allah take our lives when we are in the best state of Iman. Amin ya Rabb!