Monday, May 17, 2010

AIM FOR THE SKY

At the end of last month, we made another journey yet once again to The Pearl of the Orient. A meeting of  parents and teachers were scheduled to take place from April 29th to May 1st. We were given a specific time on the 30th.,10.30a.m to be exact.The ustadz who called us at home to arrange the meeting stressed on being on time as they have arranged to meet each  and every family separately, with 45 minutes time allocated for each family.

As a stickler for punctuality, I really liked the way they handled it.

And to make it possible, for us who live about 400km away, we have to be there one day earlier. So , off we went, on Thursday morning as Abah had to attend a meeting at USM  around 3pm on that day. Adik, as usual, played truant ...( one of the benefits of sending you guys to a private school! ). Right after Asr, we went to Abang's school, bearing calorie-laden  supplies in the form of organic pasta with rich bolognese sauce, fresh milk, mango juices and  creamy trifles as the dessert. All are Abang's favourite....and as usual, shared with Hassan, Tareeq and Amir.
I brought forks and spoons but Abang said he wanted to stick to sunnah and all his friends agreed. So, they ate spaghetti  with their fingers, sauce and all, having second and third helpings.

The next morning , after  breakfast , we took off from Vistana and reached the madrassah  just in time. Abah could barely squeezed in our car in the compound turned parking area. 

 That was the first time I saw the madrasah proper, I mean the classrooms, the dorms and the backyards. In the previous visits I just  stay put on one of the cute gazebos . Though permissible, I didnt feel comfortable to roam around so many boys however young they are. Now that I have seen it all, oh my, was I impressed!! Spotless classrooms, shining windows, orderly double-deckers  with neatly made up beds, not a single pair of shoes/slippers in front of any doors ( everyone will automatically put up theirs on the tall racks nearby) and the best part is, even the laundry hanging up to dry was not haphazardly done as the usual scene in any other school hostels. Yes, I'm aware that the kids have made special effort for that particular day, but I'm sure they wont be able to it excellently if they are not used to it. MasyaAllah, I'm so impressed....(now it makes me sound like a totally clean-freak, which I'm not, okay)

Alhamdulillah, now I fully understand how Abang could quickly and easily  fit in . ( I used to wonder and worry, knowing how difficult/ fussy he could be). When Abang was 6 y.o and finally agreed to start attending a playschool, we went around looking up  at so many kindergartens before Abang would say yes. I was aiming for the one within a walking distance from our house, but, no, one look at the toilet, he just walked out. The fact that he had spent a couple of months in a playscool in Sydney made things worse. He kept comparing!! A few toilet-inspectings later, he decided on an expensive playschool which distance  required me to drive . That was exactly the point where I finally put my driving license to good use after having and keeping it as a decoration in my purse for so many years.

But I digress...


The day progressed to be a day not only I was suitably impressed, but , enlightened as well.

MasyaAllah, I learnt a lot from the ustadz assigned to talk to us.

He brought us to a greater height in understanding the importance of ilm in just a  few minutes. Subhanallah! He showed us the way to gain it and to properly put a place for it. He opened our eyes, made us see a new dimension.  And he talked with so much passion it brought tears to our eyes. I shed tears for my ignorance, for new revelation, for new understanding and for the almost tangible honesty in the ustadz's words. And all the time, Abang sat and stare at him with such open admiration that I could almost see  he absorbed each and every word of his ustadz like a sponge. Subhanallah, it was all so beautiful. It ended with report on Abang's progress and attitudes in classes which are all Alhamdulillah and then Abang recited a surah and the ustadz asked Abah to recite it too. Hemm, nasib baik Abah hafal that  particular surah...

We left feeling high-spirited, more determine and full of new resolutions. We are now aiming for the sky. Let us all pray that Abang will not only be a hafeez, but an 'alim too, and not just an ordinary 'alim, but one that reach the status of Imaam Syafi'e of even greater than that. 

And now, I have to do my part at home......



7 comments:

kakchik said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Simply make me want to have a child to send there too.

Kak An, your story really visualized the condition of that madrasah. I can just feel how much you that place have 'ruh' and I always love places that can make me feel closer to Islam and closer to Allah. I envy you and of course Habri.

May Allah fulfill your do'a. Amiin.

Azie Nazri said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

AMIIIN! :)

Just reading your story has made me want to aim for the sky too! Well, for 'my future' at least. :P

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Niza,
InsyaAllah the day will come when you'll have children that will carry on your spirit and passion in upholding the true sense of Islam. In the meantime, rejoice to the fact that all your 'unanswered' heartfelt do'a are being compensated with huge rewards unimaginable by our limited intellect....

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Azie,
Thanks...and May Allah hasten 'the future' and be it filled with peace and joy...

Jannah said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Salam dear sis,

What a delight to read this..
May Allah makes those efforts and noble intention fruitful, InshaAllah :)

seorangnenektua said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

'fruitful sacrifice'I would say!
I can see it from here your chick to chick smile! he he he.just kidding!

Nor said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Thanks Jannah and SNT....

The funny part is I end up berkenan kat ustadz tu nak buat menantu!! hehe..wish Adik is older. And it became funnier when I shared that wishful thinking with Amir's mum and found out she also berkenan!! She has better chance though, with a 15 yo daughter and a hafizah to boot...hemmm