A story. A short story..

A police officer comes to your neighbourhood and arrests your neighbour, Deraman, for possessing fireworks. The officer claims that fireworks may caused inconvenience to the neighbourhood and may be hazardous, so your neighbour is charged on those reasons.

Deraman's wife and children can do nothing but to let Deraman is taken away by the police officer with tears. Deraman's house is now being monitored 24/7. Lots of police officers are placed at Deraman's house so that no illegal activities take place, even though Deraman is now in custody. The authorities want to make sure that the neighbourhood is safe.

In detention room, Deraman is being tortured and forced to plead guilty. Deraman repeatedly says that he means no harm to the neighbourhood, he just want to have fun with his children. The police officer claims that his neighbours have lodged so many reports about him, telling that he was trying to pick a fight by throwing the lit firecrackers into their yards.

Deraman denies it. He will never cause harm to his neighbour. In fact. he has a very good relationship with them. How come they could say such things?

Deraman is ordered to spent the night in custody, but Deraman thinks he don't deserve that awful treat because he did nothing wrong. Out of bravery and determination to find the truth, he decides to break out from the jail. He manages to escape that night and goes straight away to his house to see his family.

But, once he arrives at his house, he sees so many guards around the house. He now knows that his house and family has been taken over by the authorities. He can't do anything. He is now alone, and has to fight alone. But, he promises to himself that he will save and free his family one fine day.

Deraman heads to his bestfriend's house, Asif, not very far from his. He needs a shelter. Luckily, Asif is very generous, and Deraman is allowed to spend the night at his house. Asif tries to convince his wife and children that Deraman is being framed, and now he needs help. Asif's family doesn't refuse to give a hand.

Deraman is so grateful. But, he can't fall asleep because his mind keeps thinking about his house, and his family. He prays that they are not being tortured, like he was.

Tomorrow morning, as Deraman wakes up, he listens to the news on radio. He is now a suspect wanted by the authorities. Deraman is so confused. He thinks he doesn't do anything wrong, but he ends up as the most wanted person. Asif enters Deraman's room and give him the newspaper. Deraman's photo is being distributed in newspaper. He is now called a terrorist.

Deraman looks very stressed out. Asifs tries to convince him that everything will going to be fine, but Deraman just can't help it but to think the worse. He is very worried about his family now.

At Deraman's house, his wife and children is not allowed to swallow any food since his missing last night. But, his wife and children are very strong. They don't mind at all. They used to fast, so they pretend that they are fasting.

At noon, when Deraman's yongest son is sleeping, a police officer comes to him and stomps his stomach. The child cries out very loud, out of great pain. His mouth is drained with blood. Deraman's wife can do nothing but cries to see his child's suffering. A few hours fighting for his life, the child dies. But, the death of the child is kept secret, so that the neighbourhood will not know that the officer murdered the child. The authorities don't want the neighbourhood to lose faith in them. The poor child is buried in the yard.

However, some of Deraman's close friends can smell that something is not right happens in Deraman's house. Later, they get the information that Deraman's youngest child is dead. They cursed the police officers, but they are too afraid to take action, as well as to make report because they realize that the police officers is in highest authorities protection.

So, they remain silence. They try to trace Deraman, and they fine Deraman at Asif's house. The news about Deraman's youngest son's death is told to Deraman. He is very furious, but he tries to manage his anger. He then transfers his anger into tears.

After a moment discussing, Deraman's friends decide to go home. They still bounded by the laws that they can't violate, or else, they are going to face the same difficulties like Deraman does.

On their way home, they stopped at their farms to pick out a livestock to be given to the authorities as tax.

A few days later, the neighbourhood is shocked by the news Deraman kills all the police officers to save his family and house. But Deraman and his family later leave the house because the house is not safe anymore. Deraman hopes to get his and his family's life back. He needs to fight, even though he is fighting alone.


This is not just a story. It happens right in front of our eyes, in bigger scope. People's land is being invaded, and the native is to be blamed for using violence in order to protect their land.

Deraman -  The Warriors of Syria/Palestine/Iraq
The Family - Syrians/Palestenians/Iraqians
The House - Syria/Palestine/Iraq
Asif - The followers
Fireworks - Any weapons used as defends


Police Officers/Authorities - Israel
Neighbourhood - The rest of the world 
Close Friends - Muslims all over the world 
Livestock - Fund we give to the 'authorities'
Newspaper/Radio - Media that are controlled by 'authorities' 

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Terbabas.

Dua tahun lepas, masa tu aku baru nak berjinak-jinak nak amar ma'ruf nahi mungkar. sebelum-sebelum tu ada jugak niat nak buat tu semua, tapi tak tahu kenapa rasa tanggungjawab terhadap orang seagama kat sekeliling aku tak ada. mungkin aku pikir "ah diorang dah besar, hak diorang la nak buat apa. dosa diorang tanggung sendiri."

tapi sebenarnya, baru aku tahu, kalau seorang muslim sesat, maka orang-orang kat sekeliling dia akan disoal dan akan dipertanggungjawabkan kat mahsyar nanti. antara soalan-soalan bocor yang bakal ditanya:

"Kenapa kau tak tolong nasihat si polan ni dari terjerumus ke lembah kesesatan?"

itu baru soalan dari Allah. nak lagi best, orang yang sesat tu sendiri (si polan) tanya kat kita balik:

"Kenapa kau tak halang aku masa aku minum darah kambing hitam depan mata kau?"

hah seram tak seram. orang yang berbuat mungkar sendiri mempertanggungjawabkan kite atas perbuatan die. macam tu la lebih kurang suasana kat padang mahsyar nanti, semua orang pentingkan diri. nak lagi best, semua hutang dituntut masa tu. kena pulak ada mangsa aniaya akan jadi jutawan, orang yang menganiaya dia akan jadi muflis. janji tuhan tu pasti, Allah Maha Adil.

Ok, tersasar jauh.


nak dijadikan cerita, masa tu aku terbabas subuh, yakni subuh gajah. dan aku taklah bangga dapat terbabas subuh sebenarnya sebab pernah aku ditempelak ustaz bila aku tanya pasal subuh gajah ni. dia kata,

"Apesal nak gajah-gajah? Kalau sekali tu dimaafkanlah, tapi kenapa nak buat sampai dua tiga kali?"

huu. sentap aku kena herdik tahu. serta merta insap.

ok, diulang, aku terbabas subuh, dekat pukul 8 dah kot. masa tu, aku kat kolej. roommates aku seramai empat orang. dua tak boleh solat rasanya, sebab tu lah tak ada sesiapa nak kejut aku subuh.

lepas aku qada' solat, serta merta aku teringat sorang lagi roommate aku ni, dia boleh solat. jenis dia ni pun jenis yang kena kejut subuh, baru bangun. so, konfem la dia belum subuh.

dengan telekung masih tersarung, aku kejutkanlah dia.

"Dila (bukan nama sebenar), bangun. dah subuh belum?" aku straight bertanya walaupun dia tengah mamai dan kemungkinan aku ditempik agak besar sebab terus shoot soalan.

"Hm?" Dila bukak mata sikit. lepas tu terus ambik handphone, tengok jam. mungkin sebab dia usha kat tingkap nampak dah cerah gila.

"Belum. aku qada' zohor nanti," Dila sambung sambil meneruskan tidur.

aku pun agak terkesima sambil cakap dalam hati 'Oh boleh macam tu?'

lepas dila bangun dalam sejam lebih lepas tu, aku tanya la dia balik.

"Betul ke kalau terlepas subuh, kena qada' masa zohor?" aku memang bertanya sebab nak tahu.

"Boleh je. Aku selalu macam tu," jawab dila yakin.

aku tak adalah nak tanya dia 'kau dengar dari ustaz mana?' sebab soalan tu sangat rude. so aku diamkan dulu sambil berkata, "Ohh yeke.."

esoknya, untunglah aku ambik kokurikukulum Pengurusan Institusi Kekeluargaan, yang mengajar aku tu seorang ustaz, yakni orang yang boleh aku rujuk la asal hukum hakam ni semua.

persoalan qada' subuh ni memang membelenggu aku. habis je kelas, straight aku datang ke dia tanya pasal ni.

"Ustaz, nak tanya sikit. Kalau terlepas solat subuh, nak subuh gajah tu waktu zohor ke, waktu kita baru terjaga tu?" aku tanya dalam nada bergurau.

tetiba ustaz tu jadi bengis (padahal dalam kelas ustaz tu memang sporting gila) pastu dia cakap

"Apesal nak gajah-gajah? Kalau sekali tu dimaafkanlah, tapi kenapa nak buat sampai dua tiga kali?"

p/s ; inilah ustaz yg aku mensi di atas.

aku terus berubah takut. garang ustaz ni kalau pasal ibadah. salah tone plak tanya tadi.

"Tak ustaz, macam ni. kadang-kadang tu, terlepas. Nak qada' nye dalam waktu zohor ke?" aku cuba bertanya dalam nada serius.

"Mana boleh. kalau dah terjaga tu, terus qada'. sedangkan solat fardhu lagi disuruh buat di awal waktu, inikan yang qada'," suara ustaz mulai mengendur. Alhamdulillah, aku dah dapat kekuatan balik untuk memandang muka ustaz.

"Tapi, janganlah sebab ada kelonggaran qada', asyik nak terbabas je. Jagalah solat tu," aku rasa terperli. adusss ustaz. tepat ke batang hidung saya.

"Oh yeke ustaz. terima kasih banyak ye ustaz. Assalamualaikum," aku terus meminta diri.


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Had The Talk.

Orang bujang-bujang dan single mingle ni, kalau cakap soal hati, sampai ke sudah takkan habis. selagi dia tak dapat (ataupun selagi tak kahwin) selagi tu la dia rasa dialah yang paling bermasalah bila bercakap pasal hubungan kat dunia ni.

ye, aku tahulah sebab aku tak kahwin lagi, kawan2 aku pun ramai yang tak kahwin lagi dari yang dah kahwin. 

intro ni macam busuk sikit.

hari tu, aku had the talk. satu sesi berdialog yang aku rasakan bukan sekadar reuniting aku dengan membe aku, tapi jugak dialog yang bukan setakat perkara sia-sia.

setelah beberapa lama aku melupakan perasaan tu, itulah kali pertama setelah beberapa lama aku merasa ditarbiyyah dan masa tu gelas aku betul-betul kosong, bukan half full, jauh sekali full.


aku terpanggil untuk terjemahkan dialog kami dalam bentuk perkataan dan ayat aku sendiri. semoga aku dapat markah lebih sebab pandai mengolah ayat.

misal kata, makcik aku bagi aku iphone 5. peh, gila eksaited kot aku. dan-dan tu jugak aku peluk cium makcik aku, cakap terima kasih banyak-banyak kali. dan-dan tu jugak aku main miskol-miskol makcik sebab nak bagi nombo telefon aku ke dia. makcik aku pun suka tengok aku suka.

"Allah suka melihat kesan nikmat pemberianNya kepada hambaNya"

masa tu, aku buat janji plastik dengan makcik aku. aku kata nanti aku selalu call dia.

tiba seminggu dua, janji aku masih tertunai. masuk dua bulan, aku makin liat nak call makcik aku. yang aku asyik buat ialah viber boipren, whatsapp bespren, call kawan-kawan, facebook, twitter dan sebagainya. kiranya, iphone 5 pemberian makcik aku tu jugaklah yang membuatkan aku terlupa makcik aku.

lalu apa makcik aku rasa? mesti dia rasa "kalau aku tahu, takdenye aku nak bagi iphone 5 ke dia"


itu cuma analogi. cuba kita terjemahkan.

Allah hadiahkan kita perasaan cinta. yang orang dok nyanyi-nyanyi cinta itu satu anugerah tuhan bla bla bla semua. nyanyi je pandai semua orang ni.

ok, aku ulang. Allah hadiahkan kita perasaan cinta. ni aku spesifikkan cinta kat manusia la. once kita ada perasaan tu, mestilah kita rasa bahagia gila. seronok tak terkata. yela, cinta da terbalas kan. masa tu kira bersyukur sangat la.

"Allah suka melihat kesan nikmat pemberianNya kepada hambaNya"

 tapi, dek sebab asyik sangat bercintanya, kita makin lupa yang sebenarnya cinta tu Allah punya. kita pinjam kejap. kita makin lupa pemilik cinta tu yang sebenar sebab kita dah terlalu menghargai cinta dengan encik/cik kekasih.

terfikir tak kita, kita sangat menghargai hadiah dari pemberi hadiah tu sendiri. kenapa kita tak jadikan hadiah tu sebagai booster untuk lebih menghargai pemberi hadiah?

kalau makcik aku tak bagi aku iphone, takdelah aku senang nak contact kawan2 macam ni.

kalau Allah tak wujudkan rasa cinta, takdelah aku dapat rasa bahagia dengan encik/cik kekasih ni.

kenapa kita tak selitkan si pemberi nikmat dalam setiap bahagia yang kita rasa? (aku bertanya diri sendiri jugak)

itulah bahaya. kita sendiri tak sedar kita lebih menghargai hadiah dari pemberi hadiah. kita lupa, Dia yang pegang hati-hati kita. bila-bila masa Dia boleh tarik balik hadiah tu. dan Dia jugak yang Maha Kuasa nak bagi hadiah tu kalau kita mintak.

cakap pasal mintak. try la mintak hati orang kat orang tu tetiba, mintak sungguh2 ni, kalau orang tu suka, jual-jual mahal sikit pastu dapatlah. kalau orang tu tak suka mampuih la kena maki, kena kutuk.

cuba kita mintak kat pemilik sebenar hati orang tu, mintak la sungguh-sungguh, kalau Dia kehendaki, Dia uji sikit, lepas tu Dia bagi;ah. kalau Dia rasa tak patut bagi, takdenye Dia nak maki kau, kutuk kau. takde.

kesimpulannya, janganlah lupakan pember hadiah yang sebenar dan pemilik serta pemegang hati yang sebenar. Dialah yang berupaya membolak-balikkan hati kita danorang lain, dalam sekelip mata.


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