Beberapa minggu lalu Ate ada bercerita tentang kepulangan seorang anak muda bernama Abdul Hadi (teman anak saudara Ate) menemui Allah Sang Maha Pencipta. Kemarin, Kak Long Ate dapat sms dari ibu arwah yang ingin mengucapkan terimakasih atas ucapan takziah yang telah di hantar ketika pemergian anankandanya. Di sms tersebut ibu arwah sempat memberitahu, jika ingin mengetahui lebih lanjut tentang pemergian arwah boleh lah lawati blog keluarga mereka di applerosejournal.blogspot.com. Ada satu Entry ibu arwah yang menarik minat Ate untuk berkongsi sama dengan para pembaca sekalian. Entri tu ada bau-bau Misteri. Untuk mengetahui lebih lanjut mari kita baca entry yang dibuat oleh ibu Allahyarham Abdul Hadi, beberapa hari sebelum pemergian anaknya. Tapi maaf lah, Entry nya dalam bahasa Inggeris dan Ate dulu, masa belajar di British Council, belum abiz level, Ate dah lari so tak pandailah Ate nak mentranslate bahasa omputeh. Mohon maaf ya.
Allayarham Abdul HadiMonday, 27 June 2011
The Day I Lost My Son To The Devils
It was on the night of the 5th of September, 2009. It rained the whole night. At 4am I woke up to prepare sahur and prayers. I was putting food on the table when my son came in. He was drenched from head to toe. It was not wrong to guess that he just came in from outside. I could still hear the pelting of raindrops outside. He stood still in the middle of the kitchen, oblivious of my presence, water draining from his head and clothings, wetting the kitchen floor.
‘Kenapa pulak dengan anakku ni!’, I thought without thinking. ‘My son, are you out of your mind? Did you spend the night in the rain?’, I asked casually. That casuality was just a make-up. Deep inside my heart, I was scared to death. ‘What if it is true? That he really spent the night outside. That he’s being possessed and gone crazy?!! Mum’s instinct can be scary.’ Because a few weeks before, he told us, he dreamt of being trampled by a few black horses every night.
Many days after that, three big boils suddenly appeared, causing a big bulge on his hand. But strangely, they disappeared clean-cut, not even a dot of scar remained, when his elder sister stroked the affected part with the Quranic verse, Ayatul Kursi. Two days after that, when his elder sister woke him up for sahur, she discovered a jellish big lump on his back. When she stroked the lump gently, it moved about. Without much thought, she read the quranic verse, Ayatul Kursi. The lump immediately rushed through her palms into her body. So, there was no more lump left on my son’s back. But he could not wake up. A few days after that, he slept most of the time. We thought it was because he was fasting.
A week after that, the above incident happened…He did not respond to my questions. That wasn’t like him. He was always cheerful and jovial, always ‘pulling our legs’, ‘stressing’ us with his mind-twisting riddles. He always made his presence felt.
Suddenly he opened his mouth wide, trying to push something out of his tummy, trying to throw out something. He did that twice. Nothing came out. I scrutinised his face, calling his name. He just stood there, his face blank, pale, expressionless, in a trance. I shook his shoulders and called his name. He did not respond. His body was shaking, from the cold, maybe…I do not know anymore. My knowledge ends here. What to come next will be beyond my capability. I have to surrender. I know truly well the repercussions. I have seen these things happen before, to other people. Never for once did I imagine it will happen to me! To my son! Now, my turn to tremble, out of fear, panic, apprehension… Whatever.. My adrenalin is in charge now. ‘Cool down, cool down, if you Iose your mind, you’ll make the situation worse. You’ll gain nothing’, I told myself.
So, I whispered Ayatul Kursi into his ears. He started moving, avoiding me. I tailed him. He stopped. Then he spoke. ’Stop that!’. What on earth!!! Who’s speaking?? My son’s face was as expressionless as before. I must fight this ‘thing’, I thought. I stopped whispering into his ears. I read Ayatul Kursi in my heart and blew gently behind his back. He swept his back with his hand. I read again but this time I ‘niat’ the ayatul Kursi for him. Then he turned around and told me, ‘Don’t do that!’ So I asked, ‘don’t do what?’ He ignored my question. I recited ayatul Kursi in my heart again. He turned around again and told me, ‘Don’t do that’. Then I called his name over and over again. ‘Wake up, my son! Wake up! Fight the devils! You can do it.’ I held his shoulders, shook them. He brushed my hands away. I could not touch him anymore. From that day, we lost him.
He stays with us but his heart and mind is elsewhere… So near and yet so far. Today, I could still recall his strange plea when he was only three years old. Whenever I put him on the shopping trolley, he reminded me, ‘Mak, jangan bagi orang ambik [saya] tau mak’, repeating the syllables everytime I placed him on a shopping trolley or on his stroller. That time, I wondered, how a young child, a baby in fact, could have such sophisticated thoughts. And now the reality is, I could save him from ‘orang’ but I don’t have the knowledge and skill to save him from the devils.
Dalam dunia ini memang banyak perkara misteri yang kadang tidak tergapai oleh akal fikiran kita sebagai manusia. Cerita yang lebih kurang sama pernah terjadi pada arwah Mak Ate puluhan tahun lalu. Bunyi macam tak logic tapi itu lah kenyataannya. Dan tentang cerita ibu arwah di atas, Ate yang mengenali ibunya secara peribadi yakin apa yang di ceritakannya adalah benar. Apa pun segala misteri itu sesungguhnya Allah Maha Mengetahui.