Reminder

Rasul Allah (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) said: “By Allah, I am not afraid that you will be poor, but I fear that worldly wealth will be bestowed upon you as it was bestowed upon those who lived before you. So you will compete amongst yourselves for it, as they competed for it, and it will destroy you as it did them." [Bukhari]

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Suda' (The Last Confusion)



             "Eeek, that was close, are you alright?", the audience was in shock, their feet were magnetized to the ground, "Great brother, why did you take that shot for me? The whole kingdom is waiting for you, the farms, villages, cities, everyone's waiting for you at home, especially your daughter, King Said". The close friend of King Said, once a king who bravely push aside his own kingdom for the believe that he saw as the light of his life, sat next to the great leader & grasped his hand, the hand that helped an old woman feed her children, the hand that gave courage to men when all hopes seemed lost, the hand that sacrificed his happiness for others' as theirs smile were his. "Please hold on my brother, the healers are coming, have hope, you can make it", "No, my trusted friend, it's time, that we move on, and let the young ones take their place in history, i need you to be there to guide them, guide your son, guide the people, to the road that Islam set for us, take my daughter with you, farewell. Salam", with the last breath & two kalimah syahadah, his hand was in no strength, his eyes glanced to the sky, as if he was gazing to the clouds. At that time the great king of Healspeak was no more, but his believe made a meaning to others, Islam gave meaning to them who seek it.


                  "He's waking up! Uncle Albert!" shouted a boy, with Kyle as a title his grown ups gave him. An old man with a mixture of relief & worry in his mind, asked a boy who just wake up from a long sleep to sit at a wet, rocky wall in the cavern. "What did you see? After an hour, you didn't woke up, we were worried, Karen is getting some water for you, what did you see, Jake?". When he heard he was a sleep for just an hour, he realized, it was a long hour of his future. With few words in his mind, trying to figure out what he experienced in his dream, he just let out four words, "I have found it". When a girl wearing a necklace full of beads made by the villages ran to him with a wooden cup filled with water from a underground spring nearby, he hold her hand firmly & said, "Let me protect you, let me be there with you when you found your happiness, let me be there when you smile, with this drink, i will find this happiness, this Islam, & you're be the first person that i would like to share it with, Hidayah".


                           The girl with her stunning blue-sea eyes paused, confusingly trying to understand the misunderstanding which she ended up also drinking the water. "Alright, you just get some rest, you blabbering nonsense, & making others drown in your confusion, you two sit here for a while, i'm going to check on Mahu Gron about the storm", he nodded but after that old man moved away, he told the whole dream to Karen, from he's awakening as a king until he's death as a muslim, Karen with few words just agreeing with his story & tried to connect the story to herself. The passion in his eyes showed that this dream was a sign, Islam that he taught about maybe real & could be the solution for this world. She realized that the story might not came true & he maybe made it all up, but all she knew was if it was true, then she was destined to meet this boy. "Alright, i accept. Let me be beside you to find your happiness, let me share my happiness with you, but why did you call me Hidayah before this?", "Karen is your past, i want to call you with a beautiful name, Hidayah which means guidance, is perfect because you're my light in this route to find this happiness". The tears dropped after hearing the truth behind her  name, with a smile photographed on her face, had made her happy like it was faith. "But............
  

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