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Batu Besar

Batu besar itu sekian lama membebani
Berat dan payahnya kau gagahi
Dijunjung pikul tanpa alas
Putik putik sesal pantas kau pangkas

Dihela dengan azam tak berputus
Dipayung doa bonda yang tulus
Batu besar itu cekal kau galas
Walau keringat mengalir deras

Kini batu besar itu tiada lagi
Riak wajahmu memancar seri
Nah, helalah nafas puas
Bila usahamu kini berbalas

Pejamkan matamu
Berdiri lah kamu
bukalah dadamu
Tadahlahlah tanganmu

Dan diam seketika..........

Syukur pada-Nya..

Dedikasi tahniah buat sahabatku- Pnin

DRAMA DUA BABAK : Obor & Oboe

Babak satu : Yang berapi

Babak dua : Yang ditiup

KEMBARA: Answering the Call

Asar was fast fading, yet I had failed to answer to the call for prayer. “Takkan nak jamak zohor dan asar kepada maghrib pulak?”, I asked myself, which in essence means “Tak sembahyang langsung!”

There I was in the middle of nowhere. Well not literally ‘nowhere’, but the fact that I was alone in a busy train station located in the middle of Hamburg, Germany surrounded by non-English-speaking crowd made me feel isolated. The environment was somewhat similar to that of Puduraya, noisy atmosphere with the bustling crowd going about getting to their destinations, with cafés and eateries by the side of the walkaway, and of course a McDonalds restaurant. I imagine KL Sentral would look something like this had it been built in the 80’s, and the railways and the trains reminded me of the old Kuala Lumpur Railway Station.

I got to find a mosque. An Arab who owned an eatery (where I had falafel for dinner the day before) told me I’d never fail to spot one of the 15 (some say 20+) mosques built in the middle of the city, and yet I managed to find none. The only mosque that I did discover was the largest mosque in Hamburg called Hamburg Islamic Center, near the Alster Lake the day before Apparently, the center was built for the sole use of the Shi’ah Muslims (as told by the Arab restaurateur). It hadn’t occurred to me that Sunni and Shi’ah were (and still are) killing each other in the Middle East. Boy was I naive!

I stood at a corner and I thought of halting any guy who looked like a Muslim. Muslims make up less than 10% of Hamburg's 1.8 million population, but it wasn’t that hard to spot them. The men usually wear the jubah and put on the kopiah lebai and the women are free to wear the hijab. I saw a man, about 5'5", wearing a jubah with a kopiah lebai on his head. He wore a beard which length you’d expect grown by an Arab, or like worn by Osama bin Laden, to be fairly precise. I never knew where his home country was, neither his name, but at a glance you’d say that he’s an Arab. He seemed to be in a rush, but nevertheless, I stopped him.

“Do you speak English?” I asked him.

No reply.

“ Hal Tatakallam Lughah Arabiah? Ainal masjid fi hazal makan?” I asked him again, with my broken (really broken gile) Bahasa Arab which loosely translates, (or what I thought it translated as) – Do you speak Arabic? Where is the mosque in this area?

He replied,

“ Kamu dari mana ya? Indonesia? Malaysia? Kamu mahu cari apa? Urusan apa kamu di Hamburg? Bisnes atau Libur?”

“Ha?”

After introducing ourselves we had a little chat. He was an Arab, and he travels frequently to Muslim countries as a Da’i (pendakwah). He picked up Bahasa Indonesia during his stint in the country. He gave the direction to a nearby mosque – a makeshift mosque to be precise, which was a renovated shop house. He offered to take me to the mosque but seeing he was in a rush, I politely declined the offer, and head to the mosque on my own.

When asked about the Hamburg Islamic Center which i visited earlier he exclaimed, almost frantically, "Oh kamu tidak usah ke sana! Itu masjid puak Syiah! Syiah sahaja yang pergi ke situ! Kamu jangan solat di sana!"

I finally arrived at the mosque, after taking a train, right on time to answer the call.

DRAMA DUA BABAK : Kunci & Pintu

Babak satu : Pintu dikunci

Babak dua : Kunci di pintu

Baik Kau Menyanyi saja

Baik kau menyanyi saja
Kalau kau tak mampu bermain senjata
Kalau kau tak mampu bermain kata
Kau pikul pangkat laksamana
Kau heret entah ke mana

Baik kau menyanyi saja
Hanya itu lah yang mampu buatku teruja
Bila puteri merengek manja
Kau bertutur habiskan skrip saja

Baik kau menyanyi saja
Bila kau bertutur buat ku penat
Bila kau bergerak buat ku gayat
Kerana gerak dan tutur mu tidak sepakat

Baik kau menyanyi saja
Baik kau menyanyi saja
Oh Hang Tuah
Baik kau menyanyi saja.

p/s : selepas menonton teater muzikal Peteri Gunung Ledang

DARI DALAM DIRI : Aku tersepit

Aku telah lakukan seperti apa yang engkau suruh. Dan buat sementara waktu ini, aku juga rasakan, inilah yang patut aku lakukan.

Bukannya susahkan untuk memperbodohkan diri?

Tapi sampai bila aku harus berpura-puraan begini?

Dan kepada dia aku minta maaf. Aku akan berterus terang juga nanti.

Everyday is a Winding Road

The journey along the PLUS expressway between Pedas/Linggi and Seremban took a few minutes short of TWO AND A HALF HOURS.

On better days, it takes less than 15 minutes to drive between the two 20 km-odd-(kan?) points.

Thousands of cars crawled patiently to reach to the end of the congestion, which seemed to be nowhere really ...

Feelings of frustration and tense slowly built up ....

Sometimes at times like these, I ask myself - "Salah sapa la jem macam ni???"

Who do you think is to be blamed for the congestion??

1. The Government
2. PLUS/Road Builders
3. Motorists
4. Vehicle Manufacturers/ Car Dealers
5. Anyone else?