Ini Namanya Pengajaran

Bismillah...

Alhamdulillah.....selawat dan salam buat Rasulullah s.a.w., keluarga baginda, sahabat-sahabat dan seluruh umat Islam.

This is the 5th day of his death but I still want to write about this story. Just want to read it whenever I gone far from God, a story to make me realize that Allah still love me and wants me to be a better servant. For me, for Him, insya-Allah.....

Wanda opened the door, saw me sat on the bed, busy looking onto the screen.
Wanda (My Aunt): Aya, kamu dah makan?
Me: Belum, kenapa?
Wanda: Pergi makan cepat, ada nasi lemak atas meja dapur. Tadi makjan (my aunt, I thought her, can't remember who's actually called wanda) call, dia kata malam tadi (9/3/2013) angah Nazmi tak balik rumah. Pagi tadi ada polis call makji, suruh datang Hospital Serdang untuk cam mayat.
Me: Ha????Mati??????????
Wanda: Tak confirm lagi (with her shaky voice) tapi kita standby je. Apa2 pun wanda nak pergi hospital, tunggu Pak Uda kamu balik rumah dulu.

Terus shut down laptop, went towards kitchen, amik sudu n buka nasi lemak. Makan, macam telan batu. Peritnya kat tekak. Betul ke angah....? Baru je terfikir pasal family dia masa baca quran. Tanda ke tu? Allah knows.

Lama lepas tu, wanda confirmed the news, angah, you were really gone.....

Di Hospital Serdang

Terus nampak angah's sisters, pergi kat diorang salam n peluk.

Me: Ila, makji mana?
Ila: Dalam (bilik forensik).
Me: Sebenarnya kenapa?
Ila: Semalam, angah tak balik rumah (he was at Domino Bangi, he worked there, part time). Orang Domino call ibu, tanya angah ada balik rumah x? Ibu cakap angah tak balik lagi. Waktu tu dah pukul 11pm (if not mistaken). Pagi tadi, Ibu buat police report, Domino pun. Takut ada kes jenayah, sebab angah ada pegang duit Domino dalam RM600 lebih. Then, bila nak call polis cawangan lain je, ada polis call, kata ada mayat baru kat Hospital Serdang. Nama Nazmi. Dia minta waris tolong cam.

And so, we were at the hospital....

Bangcik (my bro) was there, came with Along (wanda's son). He saw me continuously crying, went towards me and calmed me down.

Me: Masa wanda bagitau tadi, dekya call bangcik dulu, sebab bangcik kawan baik dia (arwah). Tapi voicemail.
Bangcik: Bangcik dah tau, tapi bangcik tak ada kredit nak reply. Tadi bangcik tengok mayat dia. Teruk ya. Muka dia lebam, tangan dia dua-dua patah, kaki patah sebelah. Bangcik taknak mati macam tu.....
Me: Speechless....Tadi mama msg (Mama was in Kuching), dia nak balik tapi flight lambat. Kalau dia balik pun tak sempat. Mama kata angah dah macam anak dia sendiri (I showed Bangcik the msg).

Angah was dead by an accident. He was riding his motorcycle that night, hit a tree at the roadside and fell into a big drain filled with water. Police said that he was dead around 12 hours before his body was found.
Masa di unit forensik, hanya ayah dia yang tengok arwah tuk pengecaman. Yang lain dapat tengok di rumah, selepas arwah dimandikan dan dikafan. It was a sad, very sorrow moment. I couldn't stop crying and reciting al-Fatihah. Then, we're praying for Angah, then brought him to his last place in the earth.

Dekat kubur, dengar talkin. Real live talkin (my very first time experience). Dengar pula betul-betul depan kubur arwah, dekat dengan ustaz. Because I sat on the mat together with makji and my sis, Kakteh. Dengar talkin betul2 menginsafkan. Betullah talkin itu sebagai pengajaran bagi yang masih hidup walaupun nama yang disebut waktu tu adalah nama arwah. Tapi orang mati tak boleh dengar dah. There were many people at kubur. Arwah memang ramai kawan. Tak sangka, I don't know my day. But this day was very full with tazkirah. Tentang hidup, amalan, dosa, pahala, hubungan manusia dengan Tuhan, manusia dengan manusia....
Cepatnya waktu berlalu, rasa kejap je saat tu. Angah keluar rumah, tak balik, jumpa mayat, mandi, kafan, bawa pulang rumah, solat, tanam, talkin, the end. Tapi pengajarannya sangat bermakna. It was a bless for me. Thank you angah, may u be blessed there. Thank you Allah for granting me this opportunity.