Part of my rehabilitation as a responsible person and member of society, as well as humble servant of Allah trying to imbue concepts of habluminannaas into my psyche, yesterday was both instructive and humbling for me.
One, the bonds of brotherhood that I share during my experience in Chamberlayne endures, and I should leverage on that and allow to be utilized in the surest of ways to achieve overall Islamic objectives. There is an existing platform to use, and my existence would need that I try my best to utilise it, including helping to shape its direction as best that I can. That presumes of course, that I am the best in what I do, and would need further effort on my part. I would need to use previous blogs quoting Abu Iman’s dilemma as an inspiration to move ahead.
People I met yesterday included Azmil, Farid, Zun Arif, Ust Aziz and Dr Salmi.
Two, is the family ties that both bind and choke at the same time. Resolution would involve magnamininty and overlooking faults of others, and thereby clearing ourselves to see where we stand and what we can achieve for others.
Pak Long Safri’s daughter Mimi Mastura got married to Salmi yesterday in AU Keramat. Rather odd, but educational in terms of what “sibling” brotherhood should be like, was that due to Pak Long’s illness, wedding was helped out by Mak Long Ani’s adik beradiks – which total 11 in number. I was humbled by what I saw was my mother’s genuine familial love for her cousin, for both Pak Long, and Pak Ngah who I narrowly missed.
A note on the family relationships knowing how bad I am at remembering relations – arwah Wan Beranang’s sister, Alang Bibi married Pak Lang (ranks to Mak, it should be Wan Lang and Pak Lang to me) Hamid, parents of both Pak Long Safri and Pak Ngah Zul. Mimi is the only daughter and the eldest. The sibling I met yesterday included Izzudin in Form 4, who’s famous for the incident of screaming for a luxury toy car worth 44,000 at Mofaz’s showroom when smaller, and apparently there’s a younger one in Standard 2 who I did not meet. Another elder son I met, in true fashion, demonstrates my failing memory as I can’t remember his name now.
Whilst I’m at this, I should also note that Orang Tua Ali, who fathered Acik Tun, also fathered (Makcik) Itam Ani, who now has a daughter (?) in Cheras Perdana and remembers us from our hajj trip. For obvious reasons, Mak does not share the same sentimental love for this side of the family relations.
Where to now? Pak Long’s illness yesterday caused me to think of how I can contribute, and partly I thought of giving a job to Izzudin if I had my own company. Although again this means that I’d need to develop leadership skills to mentor people.
Now that brings me to a different tangent. Why am I always living in the future tense when we all need to live in the present. To have this balance, I’d need to think of implications of the here and now. Enjoy the life given with fullest gratitude to the Giver, think through what needs to be done for immediate impact rather than continually justifying its halo effects in the distant future, where everything is rosy.
ADDENDUM:
Pajam Initiative needs a bit more finesse now that it has transpired that PR assuming Selangor state leadership has repercussions on Kg 6 Kaki’s penghulu-ship. Rosli, entrusted with keeping Mak’s portion of arwah Wan’s house (btw the land title has been passed on to me – hence, rightfully I should be paying Rosli), is under pressure from anak Mohd Nor, who is now part of the PAS penghulu cadre. The small plot of land is now subject to childish pulling to ‘tanam serai’. Whatever Pajam Initiative looks like later, these subtle undercurrents need to be addressed as it has a direct impact on Mak Long Posah’s reputation and Angah Aluih’s memories.
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