Bersyukurlah Anda Yang Bergelar Ibu

Saya melihat ramai rakan di FB yang menukar profile picture mereka kepada gambar mak masing-masing hari ini. Kenapa ya? Oh, hari ibu rupanya.

Bukankah setiap hari adalah hari ibu? Ibu perlu diraikan setiap hari. Bukannya perlu tarikh-tarikh tertentu untuk membahagiakan ibu. Ibu wajar dihormati dan dihargai setiap saat, detik dan waktu.

Pernah saya terdengar satu ayat, "kasih si ibu kepada anak tidak akan sama dengan kasih si anak kepada ibu". Mungkin sebab itulah seorang ibu boleh menjaga sepuluh orang anak. Tetapi belum tentu seorang anak yang boleh menjaga seorang ibu.

Anda yang berpeluang menjadi ibu pula, jangan sia-siakan peluang yang diberi. Dengan menjadi ibu, Dia sudah memberikan tiket percuma kepada anda untuk ke syurga. Ini kerana ada wanita yang langsung tidak berpeluang menjadi isteri sepanjang hidup, apatah lagi untuk menjadi seorang ibu.

Teringat saya akan seorang makcik cleaner yang saya kenali semasa praktikal tahun lepas. Umurnya sudah lanjut. Lebih kurang 50-an, jangka saya. Kebiasaannya, ketika habis waktu kerja, saya akan duduk melepak di pantri operation theater (OT). Sementara menunggu sepupu saya tamat tugas di OT, saya selalu melihat makcik tersebut mengemas di pantri tersebut.

Sesekali dia menyapa. Ramah juga orangnya. Penyayang dan sukakan kanak-kanak. Sepupu saya seringkali membawa anak bongsunya ke situ selepas habis waktu tadika. Dan makcik itulah yang tolong menjaganya sehingga selesai pembedahan.

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Khadija Evans

The name I am called by my Christian parents is Bobbie Evans, but the name I am known by in the Muslim community is Khadija Evans. This is the story of how my husband and I came to embrace Islam.

I can remember standing in the kitchen of the house I lived in when I was just seven or eight years old and looking towards the door that went outside. I prayed to a god whom I wasn’t sure existed and I begged Him to show himself to me if He was really there. Nothing happened.

I can remember being nine or ten years old and writing a letter to God and hiding it in the heat register in my bedroom, thinking God, if He existed, would come and retrieve it and answer my prayers. But the next day, the letter was still there.

I had always had a hard time accepting the existence of God, and of understanding the beliefs taught in Christian churches. Even though my parents weren’t very religious, and rarely went to church, they thought it was best that my two brothers and I go. We were allowed to choose our religion when we very young. I think I was about six or seven, and my brothers were one and two years older then I. I chose a Methodist church for no other reason then it was a few blocks away from our house, and my brothers chose a Lutheran church because it was also close, and I hadn’t chosen it.

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A Man Named Rashed

Little muslims reciting Quran

This is a story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows…

I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night.

I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I’d made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a blind man who I’d seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his head around, not knowing what to say.

I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, “Rashed… where were you?”

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Topik Hangat Siswa/i Tahun Akhir: Kahwin

Aduh. Entah mengapa, sejak dua menjak, isu nikah kahwin seperti selalu terngiang-ngiang di telinga saya. Beberapa hari lalu, saya ada berchatting dengan seorang sahabat lama yang kini juga berada di tahun akhir di sebuah universiti di Perak. Pada awalnya borak-borak hanya berkisar di sekitar perkembangan terkini, lama-kelamaan melalut hingga ke isu jodoh.

Tidak cukup dengan itu, supervisor projek tahun akhir saya juga ada 'mengenenkan' saya dengan seorang bekas pelajarnya yang juga berasal satu negeri dengan saya beberapa minggu yang lalu. Apalah Dr. Malu saya.

Ketika saya pulang ke rumah minggu lepas, saya sempat berkunjung ke rumah ibu saudara saya di Kota Bharu. Saya terkejut besar apabila beliau tiba-tiba bertanya;

"Dah bertunang kan hari tu?" sapa Mak Dah tiba-tiba.

"Erkk. Mak Dah, saya ni calon pun belum ada. Saya nak bertunang dengan siapa?" seloroh saya.

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