MY MOTHER

MY MOTHER

By : Lisa Azelan

My mother is a lioness,

She is a fierce hunter,
A gentle nurturer,
A majestic creature.

I stood back in awe and admire,
All the bruises on her paws,
The tired look upon her face,
The scorching hot hunting days,
Out there in the wild cruel savannah.

Night has come and the hyenas have followed,
And I quivered with a swelling fear in my cave.

But my lionheart mother,
Whispered gently in my ear,

Lisa, dear
Fear is only a creature that lives in the dusty recesses of your head,
And a wise lion once said ….

That love and hate are beasts,
What grows is what you feed,
So feed love, feed love.

Feed love and give love,
Though people will serve you hate on a platter,
And there will be a time in this world,
Where values and morals
seem to no longer matter,

Be brave enough to jab that scary looking needle up your arm,
And vaccinate yourself against hate,
And claim your prize at heaven’s gate.

My mother is a seamstress,
She sits in a corner her fingers so nimble,
Fiddling on a timble,
A quilt lay before her – a tapestry of all the colours you could ever imagine.

And all my life, I’ve seen she mend,
Mend all the broken and loose seams that seem to fall apart,
She patches it back up and gives it a fresh new start.

I came crawling to her
one day,
Battered black and blue by the world,
Defeated and utterly, utterly devastated.

My heart
crushed – broken into itty bitty tiny
million pieces,
I closed my fists, and slowly in my hands, they reduce to dust

And they wound
my hands,
Dripping hot blood fell on the floor,
But the wounds of my heart was more painful,
Than the wounds of my flesh.

And my mother,
my beautiful mother,
She took those fragments gently from my hands,
And starts to mend and nurse it back whole again.

And she reminded me,
How this world is always gonna break your heart, honey.

You just have to forget how much it hurts and try again,

And again, and again,
and again,
Try hard and hit back
hard at life,
Until your knuckles bleed

And if you need to retreat
to lick your wounds in a corner, so retreat,
And if your heart needs to
be broken a million times,
so let it break,
But never stop mending it back up, for Allah’s sake.

My mother is a flower,
So graceful and lovely,

And I love how the light flickers and dances on her face,
How when she wakes up at dawn,
And drinks up the day,
Looks up at the vast daffodil bronze-kissed sky,
And say…

Be like the flower
my dear,
That gives its fragance even to the hand that crushes it,
Give, and it doesn’t matter if your hands, in return are bit.

Take little, and
give plenty,
For life is a coded
mystery,
The more you give, the more you gain,
It will all not be in vain.

Remember there is
enough in this world for everybody’s needs,
But not for everybody’s greed,
& greed, don’t fall into its evil trap,
Like many people before you, my sweet.

The only time you
should look into your neighbour’s bowl,
Is to make sure that they have enough,
And I know we don’t got much, but we got plenty,
If you only count your blessings and just open your eyes to see.

My mother is a woman,
When I was born,
She held me in her arms and look into my
doe-eyed eyes,
And knew she was a
woman in love.

She taught me that being a woman,
Means being something strong,
And that the media has got it all wrong,

All those films and
fairytales are all a mess,
Those feeble damsels in distress,
Locked up in towers oh-so-high,

And all they can do is cry and cry,
Waiting for their prince charming to slay the dragons,
And sweep them off their feet and go riding into the sunset,

Oh no, honey, these days,
you gotta do your
own saving,
And happiness, is not just equated to a wedding ring,
You gotta have education, you gotta have a mission,
And from the way I see it, this will always be a man’s world,
Under a woman’s supervision

My mother,
She could be a hundred million things,
Within the measure of a day,
Morphing slowly into all these different forms,
But her insistent love,
Was always there to stay.

And now I have grown older,
I look into my mother’s eyes and see the world that
turns inside them,
And try to comprehend the stream that has no language,
Coursing quietly beneath the quiet heaven of her eyes.

And have you seen her quivering hands?
The veins tracing down that scar-filled skin that understands,
Understands the years and life of this frail woman,
And the youth in her spirit that has never aged a day,

And I vowed to hold these hands,
For as long as I live,
For as long as I’m able to,
For as long as I’m here to stay,
To look into her eyes and carry her fragile body,
And love and care for her, just as she had done for me.

And one day when it’s time for her to go,
I’ll be pregnant with
feelings of despair and absence,
My biggest heartbreak yet.

But I’ll be a lioness,
A seamstress,
A flower,
A woman of strength and power,
And my mother lives on,
in me.

I love you, Mother.

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SUTUH, SAKSI MUNAJAT

SUTUH, SAKSI MUNAJAT

"Dan mintalah pertolongan dengan jalan sabar dan mengerjakan solat, Sesungguhnya solat itu amatlah berat kecuali orang-orang yang khusyuk; (Iaitu) mereka yang percaya dengan yakin bahawa mereka akan menemui Tuhan mereka dan bahawa mereka akan kembali kepadaNya."(Al-Baqarah: 45-46)

Sabtu, 22 Mac 2014 - Majlis solat hajat dan motivasi telah diadakan oleh kolaborasi antara Biro Akademik dan Biro Pembangunan Insan, Alexandria Caliph of Endevour (ACE) di Sutuh, Asrama MARA sempena peperiksaan akhir semester yang bakal menjelang tidak lama lagi.

Majlis bermula pada pukul 6 petang dengan solat maghrib berjemaah dan seterusnya ucapan ringkas daripada ketua batch, Amir Lukman bin Abd Aziz. Kemudian diikuti oleh solat hajat beramai-ramai serta pengisian berbentuk motivasi yang telah diberikan oleh Saudari Ain Afiqah binti Mohd Hafiz, Mahasiswi Tahun 6 Perubatan Iskandariah.

Tayangan filem pendek daripada pihak Unit Penerbitan dan Penerangan ACE (UPP) dengan kerjasama Unit Akademik ACE yang menampilkan lakonan hebat ahli ACE sendiri telah memukau para hadirin. Terselit seribu satu ibrah telah menjentik hati-hati seluruh yang hadir. Majlis diakhiri dengan solat isyak berjemaah.

Program solat hajat ini merupakan salah satu usaha sebagai persiapan untuk ahli ACE menghadapi peperiksaan. Kejayaan itu milik Allah. Oleh itu, untuk berjaya kita bukan sahaja perlu belajar bersungguh-sungguh bahkan juga perlu pergantungan kepada Allah serta bertawakal. Di samping itu, program ini dapat mengeratkan lagi hubungan sesama ahli ACE dan merapatkan ukhwah serta sebagai pengisian ilmu dan rohani.

Alhamdulillah program ini telah berjaya dijalankan dan mencapai tujuan. Komitmen serta kerjasama yang semuaahli ACEberikanamatlahdihargai. Semoga Allah s.w.t membantu kita dalam kejayaan kita dalam peperiksaan ini. Tiada usaha dan kekuatan melainkan daripada Allah subhanahu wataala..

Disediakan oleh:

MUHAMMAD IZUDIN BIN ISMAIL

Setiausaha,

Alexandria Caliph of Endeavor (ACE)

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SIMPLE THINGS IN LIFE

THE SIMPLE THINGS IN LIFE
By : Lisa Azelan

Shopping in Milan, fine dining in the best restaurants in Paris, or perhaps even get a taste of the world’s most expensive cupcake adorned with gold glitters and served on a covered Villari 24-karat gold empire cake stand in Dubai. 

Perhaps these would be some of the responses of many people when asked about 

“What is the good life?” 

We are so obsessed with living the lifestyle of the rich and the famous, blinded by the seemingly blissful lives of celebrities and business moguls we see on TV. But sadly many fail to realise that some people are so poor, that all they have is money. What is the true definition of a life well-lived? What is the answer to the great questions we ask in life ie what do we live for? What adds meaning to our lives?

Since the dawn of time, man has been known to seek comfort in a Greater Being. Anthropologists have uncovered the mysteries and tales of olden times and studied their behaviours and activities of any particular belonging era. It is interesting to note, that of all the eras and empires that has risen and fallen, one thing remained constant through it all; the presence of shrines or temples or proof that there has been religion or worship at that particular time. 

This shows that it is in the innate being of human to worship and seek solace in meditation and praying. Religion gives you comfort and a sense of purpose, redirecting your life for a greater cause and offer answers to the Great Perhaps. Many atheists or anti-theism movements would highly beg to differ, saying that there is no place for religion and God in this era of science and technology, and yet they still could not disprove nor prove the existence of God. The absence of proof is not proof of absence. As for a firm believer like myself, I would say that a life that has meaning is a life lived within a set of principles we subscribe and practice to ie religion.

      One of the many delights of life many would agree,would be music. Music gives you the sense of liberation and gives freedom to express and be creative. The unparalleled joy of getting together with a group of friends or maybe even strangers and music-making together gives a beautiful feeling of being lost, but not wanting to be found. 

Music is also believed to be integral and essential in psychotherapy and helps alleviate mood in depression and other mood disorders. A child that learns a musical instrument is also more likely to perform in school as music helps develop concentration and motivates a child to be goal-oriented. Music also promotes unity and a healthy way of bringing people together despite other ulterior differences. Truth is found in the words of Shakespeare in Twelfth Night, 1602, “If music be the food of love, play on.”

      No man is an island. No matter how recluse a person tries to be, he has to admit albeit begrudgingly, that no one can live and survive alone. It is in our nature to love and be loved. We seek companionship to drive away the loneliness that creeps and smothers us in the still of the night. Among the simple pleasures of life, would be friendship or a sense of camaraderie. Lucky is the person who has one or two good friends that he can run to in the middle of the night and cared for unconditionally compared to the trend of having so many friends especially on social networking sites but unfortunately enough all those are only fair-weather friends, gone at the first sight of trouble. 

      A friend can shape and define who you are as the hadith of the Prophet Muhammad is recorded that a good friend and a bad friend is like a perfume seller and a blacksmith. The perfume seller might give you some perfume as a gift, or you might buy some from him, or at least you might smell its fragrance. As for the blacksmith, he might singe your clothes, and at the very least you might breathe in the fumes of the furnace. [Bukhari, Muslim].

     On October 9 2012, the world was shocked into silence and later on retaliated with a furore so intense when 15-year-old MalalaYousafzai was shot in the head and neck at point-blank by the Talibans for promoting education for girls in her hometown Pakistan, where so many girls are deprived of education. Why did those Talibans felt they had the need to shoot Malala? Because education is a powerful thing. And it’s even sadder to note, in some parts of the world, privileged children fight to NOT go to school while some others, like Malala, are vulnerable to violence and detrimental living just for a chance to practice their rights to learn. 

      Knowledge gives meaning and power to life. A person’s life would be stagnant and empty if he or she does not read or gain new knowledge or skills to learn in life. Education shouldn’t be bounded to the limited perimeters of things that we learn in school or a formal setting, but it should be expanded to the intelligences or lessons we learn through our experiences in life. If people think that education is expensive and troublesome, just try ignorance.

      In a conclusion, life does not revolve around glamour or high-flying lifestyles that are blown to epic proportions. Rather, it’s about celebrating the little things in life that are simple, enlightening and should be well-worth celebrated. We need to stop defining happiness and success as ‘who gets the biggest payroll or makes the most money’ and start to redefine what’s really worth our time and energy. Yes, surely money gives leverage and acts as a tool to gain what we want in life, but that is just what it should be; a tool or a means, and not part of whom we really are. 

After all, money can only last so long, it’s our moral integrity and character that’ll bring us a long way.

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Cerpen

Disember 2012.

Telefon bimbit berbunyi menandakan message masuk. Tanpa mengangkat mukanya, si pemilik telefon bimbit yang sedang khusyuk mengulang kaji nota-nota yang disalin dalam kelas Occlusion pagi itu mengambil telefonnya di hadapannya.

Message dibaca. Automatik satu senyuman terbentuk.

Mengabaikan sebentar nota di hadapannya, jarinya laju menaip untuk membalas message tersebut.

Telefon diletakkan semula di tempat asalnya, fikirannya kembali difokuskan kepada pembacaanya sebentar tadi, tetapi senyuman masih melekat di bibirnya.

Tidak sampai beberapa minit kemudian, telefon berbunyi lagi menandakan message telah dibalas. Laju sahaja tangan si pemilik telefon tersebut menaip setelah membaca message tersebut.

Dan seperti sebelumnya, fokusnya kembali kepada Centric Occlusion, Eccentric Occlusion, yang meminta-minta pembacanya untuk memberikan 100% perhatian kepadanya.

Malangnya, telefon bimbit itu berbunyi lagi, dan seperti tadi, pembaca/pemilik telefon itu terus mengabaikan nota berwarna-warni di hadapannya, terlupa yang ada sahaja yang sentiasa memerhatikan gerak geri serta perbuatannya itu.

--

“Lily, where to after this?”

Soalan rakannya itu dibiarkan tidak dijawab buat seketika. Tangannya ligat mengemas buku dan alat tulis yang bersepah di atas meja kuliah. Satu senyuman terbentuk.

“Off to the library I’ll go. Why Atirah?”

“Dengan siapa?”

“Him.”

“Ahh I see.” Jawab rakannya sambil mengangguk laju; faham, dan tidak mahu bertanya dengan lebih lanjut.

“Berdua je ke?”

Angguk. Rakan di sebelahnya terdiam sebentar.

 “Lily, nasib baik kau mention pasal library. Aku nak ikut boleh? Aku rasa macam tak boleh digest lah doctor ajar Oral Patho tadi. Rasa macam kena berguru dengan Cawson la, dah terasa dah dia memanggil manggil aku dari library.”

Lily hanya tergelak dan mengangguk. “Boleh je lah At, tapi ada Afat lah, takut kau tak selesa je.”

They’ll say 3 is a crowd, but I’ll say a crowd is better than leaving two people unguarded and bounded to do things that we’re not supposed to do.

Dan monolog dalaman Atirah ini hanya mampu disimpan sahaja dalam hati, takut si rakannya itu terguris andai kata nasihat dan teguran ini dibuat.

Takpelah, at least I’m there. That should do for now. Fikir Atirah lagi.

Dan 10 minit kemudian, di atas jalan yang sesak dengan kereta-kereta yang sibuk berlawan hon antara satu sama lain, di tengah-tengah lautan manusia yang mempunyai destinasi masing-masing, dengan angin sejuk dihantar oleh laut Mediterranean menampar muka, dengan buku-buku yang dipeluk ke dada, kelihatan dua gadis berjalan menuju ke Bibliotheca Alexandria.

--

“Lily?” satu suara menegur mereka. Kedua-dua Lily dan Atirah mengangkat muka mereka dan di hadapan mereka berdiri seorang lelaki yang tak lekang senyuman dari bibirnya. Lily hanya tersenyum dan membalas, “Heyyy. Baru sampai?”

“Yeah. Sorry kalau I lambat.” Kerusi ditarik, laptop diletakkan di atas meja. “Need to kejar my doctor tadi, wanted to ask about our presentation which is due next week. Then the doctor gave a really, really long explanation to us, we actually thought that it was another lecture he’s going to give in the middle of the road. Then on the way here found myself caught between the bloody cars fighting over who gets to drive first and such. Explains why I’m late for…” Jam di tangan dilihat sekali imbas dan dia menyambung, “almost an hour. Really sorry Lily.”

“It’s okay. Happens to me all the time too. How are classes by the way?”

“Long, but interesting though. Wouldn’t complain if this is something that I have chosen, yeah? Oh by the way, hey yourself Atirah.”

Atirah yang sedang cuba membaca buku rujukan Cawson yang tebal di hadapannya tersentak. “Oh, kau kenal aku?”

Afat hanya tersenyum. “Mestilah kenal. Lily talks about you all the time.”

Atirah hanya mengangguk. Afat mengalihkan pandangannya ke Lily dan tersenyum. “How are classes today? Everything’s good? Occlusion’s being kind to you today?”

“They’re being fair enough. Occlusion decided to be nice today, Alhamdulillah.”

Perbualan di antara Lily dan Afat berlanjutan buat beberapa minit sebelum memberikan perhatian kepada pembacaan masing – masing. Dan pada petang itu, setelah habis menelaah di library, Atirah hanya mampu memandang dari jauh rakannya berjalan menuju ke kedai Diwani’s bersama Afat di sebelahnya.

--

Februari 2013.

Atirah menghampiri Lily yang sedang khusyuk membaca dengan earphone di telinga. Suasana hingar-bingar dalam kuliah itu diabaikan dan dia mengambil tempat di sebelah Lily. Lily masih lagi dengan Cornwell-nya tanpa menyedari kehadiran Atirah. Atirah memegang bahunya, lalu Lily mengangkat mukanya.

“Yeah?”

“Reading Cornwell again?”

“In the mood of reading something about crime lah. Doctor memang confirm tak datang eh?”

“Aah. Kau nak pergi mana – mana ke?”

“Tak kot. Malaslah nak pergi kafe.”

Atirah hanya mengangguk tanpa membalas kata-kata Lily.

“Atirah, Khamis ni kau pergi mana?” tiba-tiba Lily bertanya.

“Khamis ni?”

“Aah. 14 haribulan ni. Going anywhere?”

Atirah mengangguk. “Yeah, kelas tafaqquh. Kenapa Lily?”

Lily terdiam sebentar  sebelum menyambung, “Atirah, kelas tafaqquh tu lama tak?”

Atirah tersenyum. “Around 2 hours or so.”

“Pukul berapa eh? Kat mana?”

“Biasanya start 7-ish to 7.30 macam tu lah. Kat Masrah.”

“Masrah?” Dahi Lily berkerut. “In which part of Alex pulak tu?”

“Dia dekat dengan bangunan MARA, tak pandailah pula aku nak explain tapi kalau kau nak pergi dengan aku, boleh je Lily.”

Lily mengeluh. Cornwell di tangannya ditutup dan earphone di telinga ditarik.

“Nak, tapi….” Badannya disandarkan ke kerusi dan dia menyambung, “Afat nak bawak aku makan kat this one new restaurant, kat Stanley Bridge.”

“Oh.” Atirah terdiam. “What’s the occasion?”

“Valentine, he said.” Lily membalas. Satu keluhan dikeluarkan sebelum dia menyambung, “Blame him for being sooo…hopelessly romantic. He falls in love with the idea of love too, very, so much.”

Belum sempat Atirah membalas, Lily menyambung lagi, “At, kau tahu tak that feeling where benda yang kau buat tu rasa tak kena, rasa tak betul, but yet you feel reluctant to stop doing it?”

“I do have my share of experience of that. I bet semua ada. Kenapa Lily?”

“I wanted to talk to you actually for the past few days pasal ni,”

“Spill.”

“I don’t know why tapi sejak kebelakangan ni aku asyik rasa serba salah, guilty, rasa macam I am always under someone’s watch and ada this one presence yang akan scrutinize in everything I do.”

“Continue.”

“And aku rasa macam… betul ke apa aku buat selama ni? Apa purpose aku dalam setiap benda yang aku buat? Semua benda yang kita buat semua ada satu final goal or mission. And what’s mine? Kita amik example lah, kenapa aku belajar? Sebab aku aim untuk dapat Mumtaz, supaya aku boleh dapat a great deal of knowledge about the field that I’m going to work in within the next few years, tapi betul ke goal aku tu? Sama macam kenapa aku keluar dengan Afat? Apa je yang aku dapat kalau aku tiap-tiap hari contact dia? Sampai bila kami nak continue dengan rutin kami ni? And if we’re not meant to be together, apa yang akan terjadi pada semua benda yang kami asyik buat selama ni?”

Lily berhenti sebentar. Dia meraup mukanya sebelum menyambung lagi. “The thing is, when we started seeing each other, we do not have a definite goal for our relationship. Kenapa benda lain semua boleh ada goal, but this relationship issue don’t? Kalau macam tu, it’s like almost a waste of time kan? And...does Allah agree with what we’re doing now?”

Atirah menarik nafas dengan panjang dan mula menyusun ayat dalam kepalanya.

“Apa kau rasa sekarang, Lily?”

“Rasa macam sesak, rasa macam nak lari dari Afat, rasa macam tak nak jumpa dia dah, rasa macam nak buat semua tu, tapi…” Lily membuang pandangannya ke depan kelas dan menyambung, “It will be a great deal of pain for me to do so.”

Kedua – dua pelajar tersebut terdiam. Suasana hening itu tidak lama apabila Atirah mula berkata – kata, “Aku rasa kau boleh cuba untuk ubah apa yang kau rasa sesak semua tu dengan something small and simple yet can lead to the next subsequent big steps.”

“Iaitu?”

“By saying no to his invitation to that new restaurant thing.”

Lily terdiam lagi. Atirah mengambil peluang ini untuk menyambung ayatnya, “You know, I read somewhere yang it ain’t that cool for you to do what the other religions’ practitioners doing. In this case, it’s the celebration of the Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh? Tell me more.”

“I read somewhere yang one of the reasons kenapa kita tak boleh sambut Valentine is because of the celebration itself involves doing things that are not allowed in our religion. Yelah, bila fikir balik, keluar berdua, pergi somewhere yang konon-konon isolated for your so-called-privacy, that can not only lead to zina, but can also make people around you to be suspicious. Which will then lead to gossip. Plus, dalam sambutan Valentine’s Day ada sahaja ritual agama Kristian yang terlibat, which is a total contradictory to our religion. In a way, it damages you, your pride, and your faith, untuk menyambut Valentine.”

“Simply, Valentine is so not what a Muslim usually do.”

“Yep. And kita kan dah dilarang daripada menyerupai budaya dan cara hidup orang bukan Islam. So, yeah…” Dia memandang rakan baik di sebelahnya dan menyambung, “Lily, aku beritahu kau pasal Valentine’s Day ni, in a way, it is related to whatever yang kau confide in me tadi. About you to re-think the whole situation of you and Afat.”

Si pendengar mengangguk. “Aku faham.”

“It’s hard, I know.”

“But it pains me more to be in that guilt and not being able to get out of it.”

“It’s your call, Lily.”

Lily mengangguk tanpa membalas apa – apa.

--

Akhir bulan Mac 2013.

Telefon berdering menandakan ada panggilan masuk. Atirah yang sedang menyediakan makan malam di dapur berlari untuk mendapatkan telefonnya.

Lily.

“Assalamualaikum. Lil? Kenapa?”

Talian senyap seketika sebelum kedengaran suara serak berkata – kata. “Waalaikumussalam. At…? Aku nak crash rumah kau malam ni boleh?”

“Lil, kenapa ni? Kau nangis ke?”

“Boleh tak aku datang rumah kau?”

“Tafaddal tafaddal, always welcome here. But first tell me kenapa weh? Kenapa kau nangis?”

“At?”

“Yes?”

“There’s nothing anymore.”

“Excuse me?”

“Afat. It’s over.”

Atirah menghela nafasnya. Dia segera membalas, “I’ll come over in an hour or so.”

“At, jangan, let me go there.”

“No, I insist. See you in an hour.”

“Okay. See you then.”

Setelah memberikan salam, Atirah dengan pantas menyiapkan makan malam untuk ahli baitnya yang lain sebelum bergerak ke rumah Lily.

--

Fast forward : Summer break 2014.

Matanya tidak lepas dari membaca tajuk buku - buku yang tersusun cantik di rak buku di hadapannya. Hari tu rasanya Lily ada recommend buku by writer Abdul Latip Talib… dia bermonolog dalaman sambil kepalanya tersenget – senget cuba membaca tajuk – tajuk di deretan buku – buku tersebut.

Haaa. There you are!

Buku Khalifah – Khalifah yang Benar tulisan Abdul Latip Talib ditarik keluar dari rak buku tersebut. Teringat betapa beria – rianya Lily menyuruhnya membeli buku tersebut. Dan masih lagi terngiang – ngiang suara ceria rakan baiknya itu memberitahu yang dia sangat – sangatlah tertarik dengan kisah Saidina Umar al-Khattab terutamanya, dek perubahan sahabat Nabi itu daripada seorang yang sangat keras hati dan membenci Nabi Muhammad s.a.w. sehinggalah mampu menjadi seorang pemimpin umat Islam!

“Never fail to amaze me, how awesome can a life turn out to be, how can people change, from bad to good, from wrong to right, from the crooked to the straight path. Simply amazing.”

Atirah hanya tersenyum apabila teringatkan semula perbualan antara mereka berdua. Sungguh, Lily dahulu dengan Lily sekarang dah lain.

Betullah, anjakan paradigma itu, pasti semua orang impikan, bukan?

Lamunannya terhenti apabila telefonnya berbunyi.

“Assalamualaikum. Lily! Aku dekat MPH ni, baru jumpa buku yang kau suruh aku baca tu. Kau apa khabar?”

“Waalaikumussalam. Haa make sure kau baca through and through, read between the lines! And tolong fahamkan kenapa aku suka sangat kisah Saidina Umar al-Khattab.”

“Will do, inshaAllah. Kenapa kau call?”

“Hee.” Lily berdehem sebelum menyambung, “I have a news to break,”

“Spill.”

“Promise kau takkan jerit sebab MPH is really quiet and if you let out even a squeal people will notice.”

“InshaAllah. Now spill and shoot.”

“Okay.” Lily menghela nafasnya. “Ada satu keluarga datang dari Kajang, dan…”

“Dan?”

“They asked for my hand in marriage.”

Atirah rasa macam nak terduduk bila dengar berita rakan baiknya itu. Dia dapat merasakan yang matanya sedang bergenang.

“Ya Allah Lily, seriously? Siapa weh? What’s your answer then? Weh aku speechless!”

Lily hanya tersenyum. “Ayah dan ibu aku minta satu minggu untuk beri jawapan.”

Atirah mengangguk. “That’s good, that’s good. Jangan terburu – buru dalam buat keputusan. Minta petunjuk and jawapan dari Allah, kan? Who is it, Lily?”

“Atirah…”

“Hmm?”

“It’s Afat.”

Dan sungguh, tanpa disedari, setitis air mata sudah pun mengalir di pipi Atirah.

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