Kisah dibawah ini kunukilkan sewaktu kelas "speech conmmunication" beberapa minggu lepas...kami diminta menulis karangan ucapan bertemakan "pengalaman" ataupun "perkara yang paling ditakuti"...aku bertekad untuk menceritakan "perasaan itu" kepada semua kwn2 ku tika itu...bukan untuk apa-apa...untuk pedoman kita...so, ambillah iktibar daripada kisah aku di bawah ini....
MY SADDEST EXPERIENCE
Have you ever feel so empty when you woke up from sleep in the morning? You feel that your life does not bring anything for you? I had that experience, and it was the saddest experience I had ever faced in my life.
I was still doing my undergraduate study on that February 19, 2008, when I woke up from my sleep with a very weird feeling. Seriously, I could not interpret the feelings because I had never felt that way before. I felt tired, less motivated, sad and so on. However, ignoring that feeling, I continued with my daily routine as usual, by going to class, and others. I thought that feeling will go away by the end of the day, but it did not. Back from the campus that late afternoon, I took my bath and performed Maghrib prayer. Right after that, my handphone rang. That was Ayah, calling from Hospital Besar Kuala Krai, Kelantan. He told me not to cry on hearing what he had to tell me. “Sa, Cik (my mother) is in a critical condition. Now she is in the ICU. Please don’t cry, but pray to Allah, may HE save her from this critical condition,” my father said. Slowly, tears came out from my eyes. Although Ayah did not want me to cry, I still did. I felt like flying to Kuala Krai from my rental house in Kuala Terengganu. I told Ayah that I want to go to Kuala Krai afterwards, but he refused and forbade me to. “It’s already night and there’s no bus to come here. I cannot allow you to take a taxi, it’s too dangerous. Don’t worry, just pray for Cik’s safety. I’ll let you know your mother’s condition from time to time.” Obeying Ayah’s advice, I recited the Yaasin and prayed Hajat with hopes that Allah will save her from that critical condition. However, after Isya`, I got another call from my eldest brother, Amak. He told me that our Cik had passed away. During that time, I felt like my life had become darker and darker. I cried and cried until I had no more tears.
I then realized that the weird feeling did come from Allah. He had already given sign for me to be prepared to lose someone that I love so much. I have lost my beloved mother. If any of you here still have your parents, do love and care for them as much as you can. It is because, when you have lost them, there is no way to get them back into your life. For me, losing a mother is the saddest thing I had ever experienced. Now, I can only pray, may Allah bless her always, Amen.