fakta bukan auta!

Where will thou be, son?

Salamualaikum.

Alhamdulillah, today was another interesting Psychiatry experience. Went through the reflections I have ever loved before this. Sit in the outpatients and observe those patients, in and out. 1001 personalities and expressions. SubhanAllah. The mindset I had before this about psychiatry just changed 270 degrees and that set me into a bunch of questions unanswered still. The beauty of Allah’s Creations in creating our minds, enabling it to work, indeed, He Has the power of disabling it as well. SubhanAllah.

And today as I came back after a day and nearly night studying the different personality disorders and intellectual disability, my sahabat ‘cheered’ me up with a video of some reporters from Malaysia with her 2 year old son who went to Gaza.

I froze. SubhanAllah. The sahabat teared up. “What have we done compared to this 2 year old kid?”

The topic, should never ever grow old. Never.

Some of my pals even sighed saying, “It’s always Gaza. Always again and again.” That should made someone as sensitive as even being a Muslim feelingful. Not feelingless. It’s not always about Gaza ya ukhtee. It will always be about us. US in doing anything about Gaza. Seeing the journalist’s son able to step to the earth where the first qiblat of the Muslims were made me question myself, am I able to bring my son there one day inshAllah. And proudly whisper to him in his years, “Ya habeeby, this is our land. Our land, the Muslims land and will always be. The Muslims have fought all these years for this, and na’am ya habeeby, ummi and abi were a part of it.”

It’s more than tears.

The difference between the people in Rafah & Gaza, the warmth of the people of Gaza, the smiles and hugs of them. SubhanAllah, that’s what I long for.

On the day of Judgement. That will be the only meeting where you don’t need any agenda or minutes.

Neither a secretary to record all those communications.

Neither a chair to lead all the discussions.

It will be the meeting where you will shake all the unshakeable. The meeting of the Most ‘Adil, and Most High.

The meeting where you will not be missed a question where sisters and brothers can ask you in this dunya.

And don’t be surprised when the question is being asked,

“Ya Abdullh, you said you were a Muslim, but what were you doing when your sisters and brothers in Gaza were shouting out in pain, bodies blasted by bombs and jets unstoppable shaking the grounds. When the Israel let Gaza in darkness whilst they enjoy the lights in the borders of Gaza? When their children were happily dancing and joyously celebrating when the kids of Gaza were petrified with the lost of their mothers and fathers and hurt not only physically and psychologically? Where were you ya abdullah???

Are you still at the homes complaining of those trivial matters of being lost in relationships, hurt in family matters, worried about the lack of finance, crying because you failed your exams, or maybe, because things didn’t happen the way you wanted?

How trivial and small and tiny are our problems compared to those who lost their families, lost their homes, lost the secure.

But how big were their hearts and tawakkul that they still smile and say Alhamdulillah in every single thing they got.

Yet, we still fail to be grateful and to be patient.”

Sisters. Brothers. In the midst of the blood you shed and rubbles of trials and tribulations you have,

May Allah Make it Easy for you and the ummah inshAllah.

And May Allah Protect us from being the ignorant.

And May Allah Protect us from being those when being asked in the Day of Judgement,

from being silent.

Allahumma yasir walatu’asir.

“And We have certainly created for Hell many of the jinn and mankind. They have hearts with which they do not understand, they have eyes with which they do not see, and they have ears with which they do not hear. Those are like livestock; rather, they are more astray. It is they who are the heedless.”

[Al Quran, Surah Al A’raf, 7:149]

Allahua’lam

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