Jaulah Murid2

Sunday. 24^th of Dec 2012. It was my last day of 2months and a week clinical rotation for Paediatric department in Banyumas. The day I’ve long awaited. Jaulah. Excited. I’ve had my worked done earlier, I sent my clothes for laundry beforehand, and packed most of my stuff a night before. We had a hectic time settling our documents at that hospital and minus 15 minutes route from the hospital to the train station, I only have about 45minutes to get my things fully done to get on my train to Bandung on time. Yes, unlike other girls, 1 hour is so not enough for a girl like me to pack up.

Oh yes, I’m not a girl anymore.. tsk.

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I was a bit upset when Shida told me that she couldn’t go to Bandung too. I miss her..I’ve imagine my "adik beradik usrah" gather along with her.. My heart breaks even more when Ain missed our train. Ain is a lot like Abg; one with the best of patience to travel with me, able to bear my tantrum, and manage to keep me feel truly secured throughout the journey. Knowing Laily, I was so worried about the 6- hour journey we would have together. My excitement dimmed. I looked at the message Abg sent me upon this Jaulah. What I did and do, and am doing in DnT is not because of human, not for human. It’s for Allah. My friends- my guardian angels; Tika, Hanim, Ain are leaving me soon anyway, I have to learn being independent from now on..

I didn’t have much to complain on the train though. It was quite fine. It wasn’t hot inside, no chance for me to sweat a drop. The air didn’t fill with cigarette smoke. The seats didn’t give me back ache. I remembered a day before when Ain and me bought the tickets. The only tickets left for us to buy were the most expensive ones; Executive-type. I sighed upon its price before, but now I was extremely grateful. Allah knows best.. No Taufiqah’s so- called sour plum face. No Taufiqah’s M- sign between the eyebrows.. I got the chance to memorize 1 surah on that journey and have Laili checked on it. Alhamdulillah..

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We reached Masjid Agung Bandung around 8pm. It was a huge mosque, very huge. The mosque in Indonesia has no significant partition between male and female i.e the ladies were all bare. Other akhwat from Jogja was already there and seeing that there was no room or any closed area us to settle down, I asked Laili where we would sleep that night.

“Takpe akak, nanti kita bahagi2, tidur dekat belakang tembok tiang2 masjid. Tersorok sikit”.

There would be about 50 akhwat altogether; from Jogjakarta, Jakarta, and Surabaya. We won’t be able to fit in each block. 50 ladies sleeping all scattered at an open space is just not right- at least to me, personally.

I don’t like this. Really. Abg won’t like this either. Having me to sleep in the mosque where other men were just around would upset him. What will I tell him when he ask me about my staying during the jaulah?

Looking around, I saw unused partitions and rolls of carpet.

“Laili.. Jom. Kita angkat tu. Nanti bentang karpet sekali.. Buat bilik dekat hujung2 tu:)”

While we were busy with the “construction” two men who worked there helped us. Having our room done, fresh flowers grow in me. Alhamdulillah..

Before I sleep, I wonder what Laili thought about me when I asked for a proper “room” for us to sleep. Is other akhwat behaves as much (demanding) as me..? Cepat je komen apa2..

Allah.. Teach me what is best for me to behave as..

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We made our way to the waterfall that early morning. It’s Waterfall, honey~ The place I love to go most! Howbeit, my leap- sky high eagerness dropped to realize that all akhwat were carrying a sling bag and a bag pack or even only one of that. There I have my self alone- carrying my handbag and a bag containing my books and notes in my left hand, and pulling my trolley bag in my right hand.

For the first time in my life, I found that the sound of the tires of my trolley bag was so loud that the world can hear them rolling on the ground.

“Banyaknya barang akak..” “Akak.. Berat ye.. Meh saya tolong..”. “Akak.. boleh bawa tak..”.

Thanks to my niqab or they could see the thickest skin ever on this world. My face felt numb.

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On the bus, I sat next to Ila from Jakarta. A petite, cute akhwat with a pair of beautiful eyes. On the way to the waterfall, we shared about our DnT, the waqi’ of where we “work”, and discussing the problems and solutions related. A bright, high- spirited girl she indeed is.. Ila, I envy you, for things you’ve done and doing in your life, for route you have in your DnT. Biidznillah, if there’s any chance for me, I will have my foot step on place you went to, helping you if not much, than a little- in any way I can..

We didn’t spent time for a picnic at the waterfall. We walked around for about 2 hours, getting into the nature- mentadabbur alam..

Seeing all the trees and have the leaves falling over, the famous ayah flashed in my mind;

 "Tidak sehelai daun pun yang gugur kecuali Dia mengetahuinya"

 (Al-An'am: 59)

Getting on the bridge, where we could see the waterfall very close- I have my knees a bit shaken. Kalau ada Abg waktu ni dah boleh buat alasan nak mengada dah ni. Ehem. 

I saw a sign board stating “Jangan berhenti di atas jambatan”. I looked in front and my back. All akhwat were on that bridge. I looked at the built of the bridge. Macam engineer pulak. It doesn’t look promising to me. I was a bit scared, so I walked right ahead.

"Oleh itu, sesiapa yang tidak percayakan Taghut, dan ia pula beriman kepada Allah, maka sesungguhnya ia berpegang kepada simpulan (tali ugama) yang teguh, yang tidak akan putus. Dan (ingatlah), Allah Maha Mendengar, lagi Maha Mengetahui."  
(Al Baqarah: 256) 

  

Smile.

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We had a game after that. A game I’ve had several times, but now it was a historical one.

“Angin bertiup ke arah.. akhwat yang hafal An Naba”. 

Numbers of akhwat ran to change places.

“Angin bertiup ke arah.. akhwat yang solat Dhuha pagi tadi”.

 Numbers of akhwat ran to change places.

“Angin bertiup ke arah.. akhwat yang pernah di reject dalam da’wah”. 

Numbers of akhwat ran to change places.

“Angin bertiup ke arah.. akhwat yang tak suka travel.” 

No akhwat ran to change place. No akhwat moved.

None. But me.

I looked around and finally saw one akhwat gave a Sunkist smile at me.

“Eh. Tak suka travel jugak ye?” *wink*

Hoo.. Amongst about 50 akhwat there, two akhwat changed places. Only two.

Again, thanks to my niqab. Now the thickness of the epidermal layers of my face doubled.

I know the person who chose the criteria of “where the wind blows”. I know the person who knows me pretty well.

A.I.N.

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We got ourselves into the crowd in the midst of Bandung town then. We were given a task to approach at least two people to ask about what’s happening in Gaza now. We were asked to record it. I were destined to be with Rasyidah and Yanti of which at that moment, our phone able not to be switched on and we didn’t have those high- tech stuff like others. No ipad, iphone, camera, MP4.. Sobs.

We went to Alfamart for personal purposes and while waiting for Syidah, I spotted those things I always love: drawing book and colors. An idea came to me on how we would perform the task. I told the girls so we bought a drawing book and a set of magic color pens. After performed our solah, we gathered to do some drawings; A Palestine flag a picture depicted the map of Palestine from 1940’s to 2012, a picture depicted how the war started, going on, and how we are directly or indirectly related to the war between Palestine and Israel.

I was very keen over getting a people to be asked. We targeted “jiwa2 muda”, the syabab where we planned to have flaming wishes and prayers to be shared in our drawing book. To cut it short, it wasn’t as beautiful as what we expected- or what at least what I expected. Many people are not aware about the war. Not knowing about the history. Not even know about the existence of Palestine and Israel. Yes, that allowed us to do a lot of talking, but it made us do a lot of thinking as well..

That time when were standing at one spot, looking for potential people to approach, I could see how busy the world is. Everyone is busy. Everyone has things to do. It’s like taking 5 to 10 minutes from them are just almost impossible.. Imagine how Rasulullah made his very first step to deliver the risalah.. 

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There were lot of other things we had and those are what were the most significant to me. Minus my 5 hours journey from Banyumas to Bandung and 8 hours journey from Bandung to Jogjakarta, there I have my 20 hours Jaulah. To others, it might be nothing much compared to other things they've joined, but it was the 20 hours that make me feel like I have 1 whole year of schooling, where I learned a lot of things. A lot. School of Tarbiyyah, it indeed is..

Despite the hard times and other consequences related, it was great thinking about the whole journey I have in DnT within these approximately 2 years. All those ups and downs.. I know the level a human can classify one to be at, and perhaps I’m not at the level deserve much of a respect, but I’m truly grateful upon the level Allah allow me to reach at this moment.

Who have I become in these 2 years?

Dai’e + Wife + Ummi.

:’)

"Laporan lawatan sambil belajar"
For my Murabbi,
Abg and Shida.