Saturday, May 19, 2012

The Moral of the Story is....

assalamualaikum n hello again. i havent written in a long time, probably  for almost 6 months now. there are many things to write about, many things to share. it's just the matter of finding the right time to write - as all writers will tell you. when you write, you must find the right moment to do so. you don't simply barge in and start uttering pure nonsense because writing is an art.

the last time i wrote must be the time when i just moved into the new house. well, here i am some 6 months later. the house is full of feline hairs everywhere. not to forget the ubiquitous scratching posts, cat trees and cat beds. on the day i change the cat litter the house will smell of apples. on the day before i change the cat litter though, well.... you don't want to be anywhere near the cats' room.

something happened to me earlier this year. the previous owner conveniently forgot to mention that the area is "keras". i kept hearing furniture being moved upstairs (my neighbours') at ungodly hours and the final straw was the few times i had nightmares. a lady bomoh came and started spewing hocus pocus and left me confused. she said there's something wrong with me and nothing wrong with the house. i spent the days feeling so dejected and low. but i kept praying to Allah to send me help and after awhile i began to see that the bomoh tried to mislead me. later an ustaz from Darul Syifa' came to cleanse the house. i felt better then and think this was a test for me. 

after the incident, i began to enrol in a tafsir class at Little Khalifah Shop and met this wonderful kakak who introduced me to various classes. i remember telling her that i love going to majlis ilmu and suddenly the next thing i knew my schedule was packed! Aqidah class on mondays, 2 tafsir classes, 3 hadith classes and once a month i will attend Ust Roslan Mohamad's class. it is hectic, and in the first week i was exhausted what with school and tuition classes and all. but i'm surviving now, and i really love going to the classes. it's not like when i went for M.A. classes years ago. then, it was all about recognition. now there's an inner joy whenever i attend these majlis ilmu.what is important is to lead my life according to Al quran and sunnah (hadiths). i believe that when we ask to be given hidayah and to continue be given hidayah, Allah will grant us so. i believe in signs and divine intervention because they happened to me. sceptics may snigger, but then, only a person who has been granted hidayah will understand me.

in matters of career, well, despite my whines about the students in my school, i realised that i'm placed there for a reason. in SS i pursued recognition and and gained satisfaction in teaching the good students.of course, it was a total shock when i came to Padang Tembak. that doesn't lessen this year despite being my 3rd year there because i'm teaching the last class (the scoobydoos managed to raise my blood pressure) but i guess i'm supposed to learn that material and worldly gains don't matter.

well, that's about it, folks. hope to write again about my next trip in june.