The First : Part 2

While I was eating late lunch and talking with my housemate, we heard desperate knocks on the door. I instinctively wore my tudung and opened the door. "Ustazah, Hani sakit semula!", a panicked girl burst out. I followed her steps as fast as I could and as soon as I arrived at the dorm, I saw Hani was lying unconscious in the living room. The girl who accompanied her tried to wake her up but to no avail.

I hurriedly sat by her side and ordered her to open her eyes. Again, I slowly slapped her face a few times and called her name until she came to consciousness. She looked so frightened but she seemed to recognize me because she also looked a little relief. I assured her that I would be by her side, so she did not need to be afraid of being alone. Since she could not utter a word, I asked her to follow me reciting the Kalimah Syahadah and then she managed to tell me that the 'person' who harassed her earlier had came back. I told her that I will recite Ayat Kursi, so she needed to be brave and strong to fight the 'person'. She cried but nodded bravely. I then put my hand on her head and began reciting the Ayat Kursi. Within seconds, she cried her lungs out with a very hoarse voice and fainted again.

My housemate arrived and she played her Ayat Kursi mp3 as well as recited Bismillah 5 to a glass of water. I sprinkle some water on her face and tried to wake her up again. I feel like it was a never ending process. Waking up - screaming - fainting... over and over again. There were times when she looked like she was conscious but her eyes were widely open without even batting her eyelids. There was one time when I picked the courage to ask her, "Ini Hani ke?" She then shook her head. "Tolong lepaskan Hani, ya?" Again, she shook her head. It was really disturbing but I really wish I could do something to make her free. Once, I thought that I was talking to the real Hani because when I asked her whether she could recognize 'Ummi' and she responded by looking directly into my eyes. But rather than looking, it felt more like staring right through me and chills began to spread all over my body. I then hurriedly closed her eyes and recited 'Istighfar' as many as I could. Thank to Allah I did not waver and always asking for His guidance and protection.

The cycle of screaming and fainting continued until a veteran school guard who was experienced in dealing with this kind of phenomenon came to cure the girl. He recited a few Al-Quran verses and Du'a and sprinkle some water on her face and her mouth. She then screamed and fainted, and within seconds she began to open her eyes easily. Alhamdulillah! Although exhausted she looked fully conscious. After making sure that she was really okay, my housemate and I went home feeling so tired, mentally and physically. We can only pray that there would be no other similar occurrences in the future.

The First : Part 1

I need to write this because I believe it is important for me to do so. It all started when I stepped out from my housemate's car. We were just back from buying some groceries when a student shouted, "Ummi,  Hani pengsan!" I did not take it so seriously since I know that these girls are always so worn out after training everyday. So, I thought that the reason for her fainting is because she got so exhausted. But I still tag along the way just to make sure that everything is okay.

The moment I walked inside the dorm, Hani was lying unconscious on the floor and surrounded by the other girls who tried to wake her up. I slowly pushed myself in the crowd and told the girls to give some room for her to breathe. All of them obediently follow my order and I was left with Hani, three of her best friends, and my housemate. The first step I made was calling her name a few times rather loudly and shaking her body lightly, hoping for her to wake up, but unfortunately she did not move even an inch. I tried to open her eyes and I can see her pupils moving but her eyelids seemed too heavy. That was when I realized that I was not facing any ordinary fainting. My heart started to beat a little faster than usual....

My house mate seemed to realize the same thing because she started to ask whether any of the girls can read Surah Yasin. That is because both of us were not 'available' to perform Solah! Talk about bad timing, isn't it? As for me, I started to slap her face lightly and forced her to wake up. After a while, with all her strength she began to open her eyes. She looked so terrified and with rolling tears she tried to say something to me but her voice seemed to disappear. Her two best friends, seeing her painful condition, began to cry as well. I do not need more students to receive the same condition, so I told them to stay away from the room. Fortunately my housemate  found a couple of students who were 'available' and manage to read Surah Yasin properly, so without delay they recited the verses. My house mate also played her Ayat Kursi mp3 from her handphone.

Meanwhile I encouraged the girl to be brave and ask aid from Allah. I even need to guide her to utter the Kalimah Syahadah and she managed to do so... slowly... painfully... I congratulated her for her bravery but I really did not know how to make her better. Still, I need to try something! I then, recited Ayat Kursi clearly to her ears. She reacted by screaming so loudly with a hoarse voice and fainted again. A couple of times she woke up, screaming and fainting again. I felt so sorry for her that I hugged her all this while and forgot about my fear. However when a veteran male staff with another female staff came to see her, she slowly became conscious and stop screaming. After she she got calm enough, we asked her what actually happened. She told us that she saw someone with a horrible face at the dorm door, then the person harassed her. She even informed us that the person told her that he/she will come again later. The male staff promised to come again late in the evening with an Ustaz who can cure her. We decided to leave the girl with her friend to take a rest and promised her to come back when the Ustaz come.

Stranded

Right now is about 2.10 pm, I'm in LCCT... waiting for my 8.00 pm flite! How did I get here so early? I didn't get here early... Actually I got here so late that I didn't manage to catch my 1 pm flite!!!! Since I must be in Kuching today no matter what, I had to spend more than RM500 for an extra one-way plane ticket huhu T___T

I'm feeling so sleepy but I know that if I sleep, I might not be able to catch this second flite due to my tendency to be in a deep sleep zzzzzzz. I tried to keep myself awake by munching nuts I got from MAS plane, but then my throat dried up and I didn't bring any water. So I decided to buy a bottle of mineral water from a cafe and guess what! The price is RM3.50!!!! I was so shocked that my eyes got so big and I blurted out loudly to the counter girl, "RM3.50?!!" She then smiled understandingly saying, "Ye kak, baik akak beli kat kedai sebelah ni." I smiled back at her without forgetting to say thank you hehe.

I want to eat my bento huhu but unfortunately I didn't bring any spoon. I can eat using my hands of course but later it would be hard to wash my hands with all these baggages tagging along.

Initially I already have a bad feeling about this journey, but thankful to Allah I still manage to cope with the situation. I'm a little stressed about the time and money wasting part but the peak of my stress is this dizziness + sleepiness + tiredness. May Allah bless as well as make it an easier journey for me today. Amin. 

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Never thought that i would take this long to write (or rather to type) again. A lot of things happened. A lot of things are happening. A lot of things will happen.

This year, I am officially 30 years old, and I am still not married but I already have more than a hundred kids, ranging from 13 to 18 years old. Most of them call me 'Ustazah', 'Cikgu' or 'Teacher'. But a few bolder ones even start calling me 'Ummi' or 'Mak'. This reminds me of my previous plan to lead my life.

When I was still studying in matriculation center, I have this strong desire to be a successful lawyer and in order to achieve that, I need to stay away from marriage. I believe that it would slow me down, or worse, be the cause to stop me from achieving my dream. However, I love kids. So, I began to picture myself in 10 years time (exactly the age I am now!) to be a successful lawyer, having my own house and my own car, living with my parents, and adopting a couple of babies as my own. But the picture started to shatter down in my final year of studying. It was when my mother suddenly passed away. I realized then that even if I became what I wanted to be, I could never put my mother in the picture.

Today, I am a teacher, living in a government house, over one thousand kilometers away from home and family. I do not have my own car but I have a kind housemate who is willing to drive me anywhere I need to go. I do not officially adopt any kids but I always regard my students as my own. My mother's death gave me another picture. I was too confident of myself that I forgot that there is another ultimate power that could change my plan. I learned my lesson and now its my turn to teach others whatever I have learned. Nevertheless, the plan is somehow there, don't you think? I dreamed of being happy with my own family, friends and kids. And you know what? I have already achieved that! Although the plan seems a little bit off but the essence is still there. All praises to Allah who answered my prayer!