How about my Wafa'?

Assalamu'alaikum wrm wbt,

Well..I'm not really planning to write an entry, yet alone finish writing up other half-done entries in draft. Especially during this so-called hard times...that I'm beginning to think would I ever manage to go through 3rd Year 1st Sem. However, I just finished reading a blog entry at Kak Aliyah's and Akh Mus'ab's shared blog and I seriously love this one entry that I would like to share it here.

Before that, the first thing that attracted me into reading that entry is the title "Adventures with Wafa': a prologue". Why is it so? Firstly - I don't know why - , the first thought that came into mind was "Wah, this must be about her car". And the second thought following the previous one, "Hey, that's the name I want to give for my first car (to-be...don't know when la kan)...it's taken already!". The custom of naming our belongings with names started when I was in the UK. There we have cars by the name of Andalus, Pak Pandir, Nusaibah and I don't remember what else. Even the shared printer and the bicycle in the house that I shared with the sisters there got their own names! Once I have my own laptop, I named it "Andalus II" (Andalus I was a car in the Manchester, hehe).

The custom continues when I joined the K-Perak family. Here in UTP we used to have Syifa' (now Syifa' is gone and the owner replaced her with Alyona) and Waseem. Currently, Najah, Fateh and Fish is still here with Dinar joining the family. Apart from that we have Muneer (the projector which "gives out light") and Basyeer (not official yet - the speaker which is "the bearer of good news"). And since then, I have my own dream to name my car by the name of Wafa' - faithfulness...janji setia yang tidak berbelah bahagi. My sisters here know that very well. Until I read that blog entry! Kak Aliyah's car is named Wafa' too. Would that put me off naming my car-to-be Wafa'? Of course not! I love the name. I can always change it to Wafaa' anyway :D

Hey, Rufaidah...where are you going rambling out of topic? hehe

Back to my main point, the entry is really2 good. Applicable also to me who have not driven a car for almost 2 years (lesen P pun dah nak habis dah..). I guess I'm still looking for that moment when I'll be really FORCED into driving...I suppose only then I'll have enough courage to drive. What's with internship coming up, I'm really worried with my inability to drive, huhu :S

Here...have a read and tell me what you think. The part in green below is the one that I added.

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Adventures with Wafa’: the prologue

I used to utterly loath driving. And I still do, to a certain extend. I hated it so much, that even a car unused at home and a neighbourhood deprived of public transport did not push me to the steering wheel. -- so true, even with my brothers and sisters nagging at home...I'm still not up to it yet.

I remember Ummi threatening me, that she would not give a cent if I were to take a refresher course a few years from now, when I start working, to start driving again. Being adamant that I would be married by then, I simply shook my head and said, “OK”. -- would I be married by then? haha..yang pasti sebelum intern ni mmg tak sempat dah la.

Ungrateful creature hehehe.

I had a phobia against driving. My driving course took twice as long as others, as I kept cancelling lessons with IMKEDA, having cold feet against driving in KL. And while I passed my driving test, I refused to touch the wheel ever again.

Miraculously, two short events changed my life… And put many people in danger (ke?) for quite some time, I think. Kauthar would attest to that.

One, was one day, we were in the car coming back from a program- me with my murabbi when suddenly out of the blue, one of them posed the question- “Apa kata Alya beli kereta?” -- I had this too "Along, kalau awak minta kereta mesti dapat. Minta la dari parents awak" (erk, minta apanye, drive pun tak reti)

Honestly, while my lips muttered a quiet yes, all I thought was how ridiculous the idea was. Not only did I not drive, I did not even like it!

Huu. end of event number 1.

Event number 2.

One fine day, during summer holidays in Malaysia.

The phone rang, and bibik came running to me in the kitchen, saying it was for me. Which was weird, since most of my friends knew my mobile number. It was a kakak, who was the mas’ulah of our big summer program then, who took my number from the database we filled in before coming home for summer- hence the use of the house number.

“Aliyyah, awak datang program kita kat Alang Sedayu tu kan?”

“Datang!”

“Haa. Awak ada kereta kan, jadi runner ya.”

If my eyeballs could really bulge out of its socket, it would. Me? Me, the Aliyyah who remembers not the function of the gear. Me, who hasn’t driven for 3 magnificent years.

“Akak, saya dah 3 tahun tak drive..”

“Awak ada kereta kan? Parents awak mesti bagi awak keluar kan? Lesen hidup kan? Haa then apa lagi? Boleh ya. Akak takde orang lain ni..”

Hurm…

That marked, the start of the journey, of how pure hatred slowly dissolved, and a love formed between wafa’ and her owner… -- when would that be for me??

In it, is a deep lesson. An enlightening journey, a beautiful experience..

It is a story of a human’s potential. To change. Of islah. Of hijrah- from a state deep down below the sea level, to emerge victorious for the sake of Allah. -- this is the part that really touched me deep.

Barangsiapa berhijrah di jalan Allah, niscaya mereka mendapati di muka bumi ini tempat hijrah yang luas dan rezeki yang banyak. Barangsiapa keluar dari rumahnya dengan maksud berhijrah kepada Allah dan Rasul-Nya, kemudian kematian menimpanya (sebelum sampai ke tempat yang dimaksud), maka sungguh telah tetap pahalanya di sisi Allah. Dan adalah Allah Maha Pengampun lagi Maha Penyayang. (4:100)

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Pray that I would start driving soon ok?
Break-time over, I better get back to the huge pile of works waiting.

Until we meet again. Next time I feel an urge to write, I would write, insyaAllah...like what I'm doing now...so that the blog would not be left with the same entry.

Wassalamu'alaikum wrm wbt

along: i'm presenting tomorrow for PCS. cuak~