Saturday, November 29, 2008
Olympiad...and the story of Boabdil, the Last King of Alhambra
Saturday, November 8, 2008
A little story from Egypt
2. Egypt fascinates me in many ways. Much more than other countries I have been to. Different culture, different ancient buildings and tombs, and different kind of people. A whole new world in short.
3. The story starts when we were bored of staying on the Nile cruise everyday. After begging the guide for many days to bring us to explore places in the city where the locals usually hang out, he finally agreed. Mind here he was not supposed to do that, considering our safety is not guaranteed outside of the ship.
4. Things started when we were hanging out in a cafe in a small alley. Only locals hang around there most of the time. The place is quite a run down by the way. Much worse than mamak stalls in Malaysia definitely. I saw a couple of small kids from another end of the alley walk towards us (me, my sis, her two friends and our guide) the moment they saw us, just when we are about to order our food. They are about 5 or 6 years old. Or maybe younger than that, I'm not sure.
5. The waiter/cafe boss who was serving us, left us in a sudden, walk towards them, and without a single word, starts to beat them with a stick that he picked up along the way. That really caught us all in surprise. And surprisingly the guide(his name is Romany) is not disturbed by the scene at all. He even ask us to just ignore the kids.
6. Out of all the anger, I shouted "Stop!". The waiter, everyone in the cafe including the patrons and our beloved guide, were surprised by my action ( I later learn that I was the first tourist to do that). "Ask them to come here, NOW!!" I shouted. He was reluctant to let the kids go to our table, but he did anyways. The moment they arrived, they show me a small packet of tissue. One in each of their hands.
7. I understood everything in that instance. These street kids are selling tissue papers to the tourists. But they were hated so much by the business owners. They are such a nuisance to them because these kids annoy the tourists sometimes. Some will go as far as pulling the sleeve of the shirt of tourists to sell the tissue papers.
8. I pity them. Very much. The only thing I could do at the moment is to grab the tissue packet from them and ask how much. 2 fingers, they showed. Two Egyptian pound for one small packet of tissue is indeed VERY expensive. (note: 1 Egytian pound is one tenth of British pound, or ~ RM0.60. You can buy a whole bag of breads there in Cairo). I bought all anyways. The other thing I could do is to stare at the cafe owner with a look full of hatred. He simply ignore that and chase those kids away with the stick in his hand.
9. Mood spoiled. We left without even giving tips to the waiters (it is actually almost a 'must' for the tourists to do so). We move on to a market. It's like a pasar malam and it is definitely not a bazaar like we thought. It's another place that is NOT for tourist, definitely. Me and my sis stop at a stall to buy some bread (1 pound could buy a BIG bag of bread), and we were left behind.
10. We have to walk abit faster to catch up with the rest. I walk behind my sis as a precaution, when I noticed that someone is following us. We tried to walk faster but he is catching up behind us and is getting closer till within a hand's reach. Then I notice that he while walking, was handing out his hand, as in trying to get something from us. He is about my age, or maybe older, early 20-s maybe. Afraid of danger(we have lost track of our guide and our friends), we run crossing the busy main street.
(Note : jalan yg memang busy sehingga kita orang bersyukur sebab tak kene langgar masa lari lintasjalan)
11. After feeling that we are safe, we turned around, and finally saw that he is actually HANDICAPPED. He lost an arm. He was actually just trying to beg some food for himself, coz I was carrying the bag full of fresh bread over my shoulder. He must have seen it and he wants some. "Ya allah!" we shouted. I almost cried. I felt that I have been very, very cruel, to someone who was very, very unfortunate. I wanted to cross back to the other side of the road to give him some money, but he left.
12. I never felt this bad before in my whole life. I realize that I have done something that is very wrong. Allahualam. We continue our walk to catch up with Romany and co, but deep inside I was praying to God all the way, to give me another chance to redeem my mistake.
13. The Al-Mighty showed His might. Maybe He really is giving us another chance. A little kid came running at us at a harbourside. About 5 years old too. And you could guess, with a pack of tissue papers in his hand. I noticed that the label, design and size of the packet is EXACTLY the same as the ones I bought before that.
14. I'm in a dilemma. I'd just realized. They are all controlled by the same syndicate. I wonder whether the money I spent on the tissue papers just now will go to those kids or not. If I buy the tissue papers, surely the big 'boss' in the syndicate will recount all the tissue packets left by the end of the day and then ask the money from kids. BUT if I simply give the money to the kids without buying, I am indirectly teaching them how to beg from tourists. Begging is not a good thing either. These kids are still young and learning.
15. If I simply give money to them without buying the tissue papers, they will learn that actually they don't have to sell tissue papers to get money anymore. They will know that they just need to beg for money, from the tourists. Even if one in every one thousand tourists give them money, they could make a living already. I don't want to 'spoil' them in that way. I don't want them to be like those kids in India or Indonesia where they chase after tourists for money. No one is begging for money in Egypt by the way. Our guide confirmed this too.
16. I'm in dilemma. I am not quite sure how to help. I was about to give them money when my sis stopped me. "Don't teach them begging. At least now they are learning to sell stuff for a living. That is MUCH BETTER than begging for money," she said.
But I want to help them. I don't wanna feel bad like before for not helping the poor. But yet I don't wanna help the syndicate who were using these little kids to make money for themselves. For god's sake, these kids are uneducated nor in a good health. Most of them are skinny.
17. I remembered about the handicapped young man just now in a sudden, and I remembered the bread that i have with me. I showed the kid all four packets of tissue that I have and say, "Look, I don't need your tissue papers ok. I have four already. How bout I give you one piece of bread?" while pointing to the packets and the bread.
18. He didn't quite understand. (Silly me, was I expecting a 5 year-old kid in Egypt to understand English? hahahha). Never mind. Bagi jer lah. I passed one to him. He grabbed it and simply put it in his mouth and start eating it on the spot. Like he never eat anything for that day. It is 7p.m. and yet he is still selling. He must be hungry.
19. He showed up 1 finger while another finger from the other hand pointed to my plastic bag. He wants more, I believe. "Must be hungry," I thought. Tak pe, kasi jer. I gave him another piece. He grabbed it, went around a wall, and reappear with a small girl. About four years old. Must be his sis coz he was holding her hand. She's not selling anything, maybe due to her younger age. Her hands were holding the bread that I gave to the young boy just now...
20. I was moved. Both of us are speechless. Such an act of caring, unselfishness and responsibility showed by a 5 year-old. Hardship really shaped him into such maturity... ... ...We end up giving them two pieces of bread each before moving on.
21. After meeting up with the rest, watched some belly dancing in a club. We went back to our boat. On the way back, we saw that small kid and his sis again. But this time with a big group of kids. about 8 of them. And they were all sharing the bread that I gave to the small kid before that...
22. We watched them without uttering a single word. Unselfishness shown by the little kid is really amazing. For a kid as young as 5 years old to share with the others while he is not having enough for himself, is such an admirable act. We gave all of them some food that we take away from the restaurant, before we board our ship for a rest.
What a long day we had! But I'm definitely going to remember this day for the rest of my life. It has really changed a lot my perceptions about the reality that is happening in a different corner(or many other places) of this world that I am living now... ...I wish that the world would be a better place to live for ALL of us.
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1. Egypt is a country which relies heavily on its tourism industry. (I was told by Romany that they have 7 million TOURISTS visiting every year. As a comparison, Malaysia received around 15 million or more VISITORS, whom most are from neighbouring countries like Singapore and Thailand who came for business purposes/weekends shopping trip.) There are a lot of the so-called "tourism police", a special kind of enforcers who patrol the street to make sure the safety of the tourist. That is one of the reasons I believe why there is literally no beggars on the street of Egypt. These tourism policemen prevent the beggars from disturbing the tourists, but they won't interfere when little kids try to sell tissue packets to the tourists.
2. I am shocked to know how the street kids are treated there. I understand that the cafe owner was trying to 'protect' those tourists, and his business as well of cause. But, where is the HUMANE SIDE of him? Beating up 5-year old kids with a stick for that reason is just unacceptable. I would understand if he is not kind enough to give them free food, but that is not the way to deal with them. Most of these street kids have scars on their arms by the way, I noticed. Due to these kind of beating I believe.
3. Another outing on a different day, my sister and I went to a convinience stall on the street to buy a bottle of water (The air in Egypt is full of sand particles, it makes us feel thirsty all the time). There was no one attending the stall. We called a few times until someone appeared from a bush behind the stall. Right after we paid and left, the owner quickly went behind the bush. Out of curiosity, we try to see what is happening from far. We finally saw that he actually rush back to chase a teenager who was trying to escape from the bush. The young man was VERY weak obviously, could not run fast. (lari terhuyung hayang lah basically).The stall owner caught up with him, pinched him down and started to punch him. We could clearly hear the young man shouting for help, as well as the sound of the struggle (or maybe the sound when punches landed on the body?). I wanted to help (darah muda, biasalah), but my sister stopped me.
"Don't. I know you pitty him, so do I. But we are not supposed to interfere. We are tourists here remember? By the way maybe he is a thief, and he got caught stealing. He is not a kid anyways." she said. But she suggest me to return the drink we bought and ask for refund. She doesn't want to drink that water for what the owner did to that young man. I did not do that cause the guy is quite far away, but I throw the bottle away without drinking it, in a disgust and anger.
4. I learned many things in this trip. Maybe because this is the first time that I tried to explore corners and places, where tourists do not usually go, in a third world country. I believe that sometimes when we are in our comfort zone, we tend to forget the struggle of many others who are less fortunate than us.
5. I sometimes ask myself, what can I buy with one ringgit in Malaysia? or 1 dollar in Australia? Maybe some sweets and chocolates. But what can these people buy with one ringgit or one dollar in Egypt? A whole bag of bread for 8 little kids ----enough for the day. Or a whole meal for one family in Aswan (a very remote and poor town in Egypt, accessible only by train). But yet sometimes we are so reluctant to give/donate one ringgit to other people. If spare changes mean little to us, it could mean a living for a poor family in Egypt. That is why the Al-Mighty always ask us to give away what we have to the less fortunate people , even if the things that we give away mean little to us. I have many of those 'fortunate' friends who were born into a wealthy family, I wonder if they have this kind of awareness. Being too pampered with luxury, I doubt so. I do not blame them, cause most of them do not have the chance to 'feel' what the unfortunate people felt. Most of them don't even notice what's going on in this world. If they ever travel to a third world country like Egypt, I believe they will only experience the first class traveling, without realizing what really is going on behind the alley.
6. I believe that many people are willing to help, but they don't have the mean and the ways to do so. How many charity organizations out there helping these people? I am not sure, and I admit that I myself do not know how and where to get in touch with these people. That is why we have to have more organizations like Mercy. Sad but true, Islamic charity organizations are far outnumbered by charity organizations of other religion especially Christian. Sarcastically, Christian charity organizations even outnumber the Islamic charity organizations in these poor but predominantly muslim countries like Egypt.
Something that we should look into seriously. If we think that we are unfortunate, there are more more unfortunate people than us out there.
7. For those who are interested, there are neutral organizations that are not based on any religion like the UNHCR (UN refugee agency directly under the United Nation). The branch in Australia in example(http://www.unrefugees.org.au/), accept payment from individual donors through a monthly direct debit from any Australian bank account. To my surprise, Australians are one of the most generous and biggest donors. From what I know too, 40 dollars a month could help the agency to give vaccinations to hundreds of children in war torn countries every month. A 25-dollar donation could help them to give free food to one family for a month, n etc. What is 40 dollars A MONTH to people of Australia? I am not too sure but I know some students who are working casually/part-time in Australia (Note : international students in Australia are allowed to work up to 20 hours a week) are getting atleast 300 dollars EVERY WEEK. Maybe we should ask them how much is 40 dollars (or 25 dollars) a month compared to the 1200 dollars that they are getting and they could save up every month from their part time job ( since a lot of those Malaysian students who are working part-time are under scholarships, they could spend the allowances they are getting from the sponsor for daily expenses. Some don't really have to use their hard-earned money for daily expenses).
Should we sacrifice 4 meals of McDonald's every month(each meal costs around 10 dollars, 4 meals = 40 Australian dollars), for the good of hundreds of children in refugee camps in Africa?
Something for ALL of us to think about, but I believe that the more we give, the more we get. Cheers!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Peluang memilih harta atau politik
SUATU ketika dahulu saya suka memandang padang lumba kuda dari tingkat tertinggi Hotel Hilton di Jalan Sultan Ismail, Kuala Lumpur. Kehijauan yang segar menentukan bentuk bujur sirih yang dilingkungi oleh trek di mana kuda berlumba.
Kini segalanya itu sudah tiada lagi. Ia telah digantikan dengan Kuala Lumpur City Centre atau ringkasnya, KLCC. Menara Berkembar Petronas sebagai bangunan paling tinggi di dunia mendominasikannya. Di sebelahnya tegak bangunan Maxis yang sangat harmoni dengan arkitektur menara itu. Maxis, seperti diketahui umum, ialah syarikat telefon selular.
Selepas disenaraikan, Maxis masih terus senama dengan T. Ananda Krishnan, selaku pemegang saham terbesar. Beliau ialah orang yang paling kaya di Malaysia, menurut majalah Malaysian Business. Kekayaan beliau yang solid bermula dengan idea mengambil alih tanah arena lumba kuda itu dan di atasnya ditegakkan kompleks KLCC dengan penyertaan Petronas.
Itu sepuluh tahun dahulu. Sejak itu beliau juga membuat nama selaku pemilik Astro, stesen penyiaran TV dan Radio secara kaedah kabel, lain daripada kaedah langsung TV Malaysia. Seorang profesor Universiti Harvard memberitahu saya bahawa Ananda Krishnan ialah seorang dermawan. ``Krishnan ialah seorang siswa saya. Dia banyak menghulur derma kepada fakulti kami,'' katanya. Krishnan ialah lulusan MBA dari Harvard Business School (HBS) pada tahun 1964.
Apa yang hendak saya perkatakan di sini bahawa kekayaan ialah sesuatu yang tidak boleh disisihkan sahaja dengan kata-kata kekayaan atau wang adalah durjana atau wang tidak boleh dibawa mati. Sebenarnya wang bukan semata-mata kertas atau akaun dalam bank.
Ia ukuran pemilikan harta yang datangnya dalam pelbagai bentuk. Pemilikan harta membolehkan seseorang membuat amal jariah, dalam bentuk derma, bantuan dan sebutlah sahaja berpuluh malah beratus cara yang lain.
Saya selalu mempunyai anggapan bahawa orang seperti Azman Hashim, Ibrahim Mohamad, Syed Kecik dan Rashid Hussein adalah kalangan Melayu terkaya di Malaysia yang mengatasi Syed Mokhtar Bukhary dan Mohamad Kamal. Sebaliknya, Syed Mokhtar dan Mohamad Kamal merupakan dua Melayu yang terkaya di sini.
Ini membuktikan kekayaan bukanlah sesuatu yang senang ditangani. Disiplin diri dan disiplin terhadap faktor-faktor yang boleh menjadi asas membuat keputusan pelaburan adalah sangat penting. Membuat keputusan yang baik atau buruk beberapa tahun sebelum ekonomi jatuh dalam tahun 1997 membawa hasil atau padah yang boleh disaksikan sekarang ini. Pelbagai maklumat tentang pelaburan Azman Hashim, Rashid Hussein, Syed Mokhtar dan Mohamad Kamal membuatkan prestasi dan tahap buruk-baik pelaburan mereka kini tidak memeranjatkan.
Dari segi peribadi, saya suka menyatakan pengalaman diri yang boleh dijadikan teladan atau sempadan, terutama untuk mereka yang sedang menaiki tangga kehidupan. Satu keputusan perlu diambil dalam tahun-tahun 1970-an, sama ada memilih kerjaya politik atau bisnes. Nilai hartanah dan harta lain menjaminkan pemupukan pelaburan seterusnya akan menambahkan saiz pemilikan harta saya.
Keputusan memilih kerjaya politik bererti terbantutnya sebarang tujuan pemupukan harta seterusnya. Namun 11 tahun selepas mendapat tempat di Parlimen, saya menghadapi realiti kehidupan di luar Parlimen pula.
Menoleh kembali, saya teringat ungkapan `bagaimana kalau'. Untuk itu satu soalan selalu timbul dalam minda: Bagaimana kalau diteruskan usaha dalam bisnes dan bukan politik?
Begini. Ramai menjadi kawan selepas saya mengikuti ilmu pengurusan bisnes di Harvard Business School dalam tahun 1981. Seorang dari Paris ialah ketua eksekutif sebuah kompeni besar yang membuat bisnes membina lebuh raya. Seorang lagi ialah presiden syarikat kereta api di Washington, ibu kota AS.
Pulang ke Malaysia, saya hendak menemui Perdana Menteri, Datuk Seri Dr. Mahathir Mohamad bagi mencadangkan sistem lebuh raya moden dibina di negara ini. Tetapi saya terpaksa membatalkan idea itu kerana Perdana Menteri mahukan orang politik dan orang bisnes bertumpu kepada kerjaya masing-masing dan tidak dicampur-adukkan. Membuat pilihan untuk berpolitik bererti saya melupakan cadangan joint-venture dengan syarikat kawan di Perancis itu. Ketika itu, tidak ada pihak Malaysia yang berpengalaman membuat lebuh raya.
Dalam tahun 1986, tahun pertama saya menyertai Parlimen, Menteri Kewangan (Daim Zainuddin, belum Datuk atau Tun) menawarkan Keretapi Tanah Melayu (KTM) dengan harga RM1 (satu ringgit) dalam ucapan bajetnya. Harga itu tentunya termasuk menanggung hutang KTM sekali. Selepas berhubung dengan kawan di Washington, beliau lebih cenderung menjadikan KTM satu pengangkutan kargo dengan mengurangkan tekanan terhadap pengangkutan penumpang.
Bagaimanapun, senggang tidak berapa lama, peluang bisnes besar ini juga harus dilupakan kerana saya dilantik ke jawatan Setiausaha Parlimen, iaitu jawatan yang tidak membenarkan penyandangnya terlibat dalam bisnes langsung. Nasib politik Adib Adam atas sebab begitu sentiasa menjadi rujukan.
Selain daripada peluang-peluang begitu, saya juga berundur diri dalam kegiatan bisnes dalam negeri. Akhirnya rekod bisnes diri hanya berbangga dengan pemilikan bangunan terbesar di Kampung Baru, Kuala Lumpur.
Bangunan 20 tingkat yang patut menjadi bangunan kepunyaan Melayu yang ketiga terbesar di Kuala Lumpur tidak menjadi kenyataan kerana tiada bank yang sanggup memberi pinjaman RM20 juta. Selain daripada sebab itu, kerjaya politik juga yang menghindarkan saya berusaha mendapat pinjaman segigih mungkin.
Saya kagum dengan kejayaan mereka yang memiliki kekayaan. Kini saya berpeluang berkawan dan melihat bekas ahli-ahli politik, termasuk menteri dan menteri besar. Tanpa jawatan dan tiada kemudahan untuk menjanakan harta (bagi mereka yang ada harta), mereka kelihatan begitu susut dan jauh berbanding dengan mereka yang hidup tegap di atas kekayaan yang terbentuk atas usaha sendiri. Buatlah pilihan dari sekarang, sebelum terlambat.
- DATUK ADAM KADIR ialah bekas Yang Dipertua Dewan Negara.
*petikan dari Utusan Malaysia, Ruang & Masa, 05/03/2003
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1. This is another article that I have kept for more than 5 years. It was written by the author, after being in the politics for more than 10 years. I believe that he regreted his decision to join the politics which automatically rules him out of the business world.
2. Sad but true, political power does not last long. Once he retired from the office, he finally noticed that he is just no one, with no power, with no more authority and followers. The author regrets that he did not proceed with his business back then, even after he finished his MBA from Havard Business School (one of the leading business school in this world). He lost a few chances to persuade his business career because he was a senator. And once his political career was over, he found out that THE ONLY POWER THAT LAST FOREVER, IS MONETARY POWER---POWER WHICH IS GENERATED BY THE MONEY THAT ONE OWNS. He even envy some of his friends who are so successful in business such as Ananda Krishnan (the richest Malaysian and they both went to the same business school coincidently). He wished he could retire like them.
3. I have read somewhere that there was this former Mentari Besar(MB) from a northern state, beat an airport worker up cause the worker was not helping his mother who was ill and on a wheel chair. The MB has already retired at that time obviously, and I guess it started when the worker was too slow or refuse to help. Apparently the MB was frustated for not getting the attention. He was the former head of state. He should get special attention, he believes. But one thing surely, he has forgotten that in the eye of the worker he was just like everyone else in the airport, he no longer the once powerful MB. The cruel fact is, when a person joins the politics, someday he will definitely have to retire and subsequently lose ALL the power that he once owned. But for monetary power, YOU WILL HAVE IT AS LONG AS YOU COULD KEEP THE MONEY. Will Lim Goh Tong ever be treated like the former MB? I don't think so. He died rich. He even pass the baton---his power, to his beloved son.
4. If someday I have the opportunity to make a choice between politic and business, I think I know what I want. I won't deny that political power and connections are important, but I know I don't have to own them directly. Befriended with them is enough.
5. I remember once asking one of my chinese friends, "Which one do you wanna be, the US president or the Jews in US?"
"I wanna be like the Jews definitely. We have seen a few US presidents for the past 20 years that I hardly could remember their name now, but I see the same people controling the business and the big corporations in US over that same period. Anyways, these are the people who are controlling the white house indirectly with their money..." He answered without hesitate. Frank, but true...
Heh, I forgot that he's a Malaysian chinese. That is EXACTLY their mentality by the way.
Cheers!
Monday, November 3, 2008
Kasih Ibu
HARI ini 11 Mei, adalah Hari Ibu yang disambut di seluruh dunia oleh ramai manusia yang berstatus anak. Ada yang sekadar menghantar kad atau menelefon ibu yang tinggal berjauhan; ada yang bertandang ke rumah ibu dengan membawa sejambak bunga dan ramai juga yang berkumpul adik-beradik dalam majlis jamuan khas untuk ibu.
Hari Ibu berasal usul di Amerika Syarikat. Ia dianjurkan oleh seorang wanita bernama Anna Jarvis pada 1907. Menurut cerita yang tidak rasmi, Anna berasa amat bersalah kerana ibunya telah meninggal dunia sebelum dia sempat menuntut maaf setelah mereka bertengkar.
Lalu Anna berniat di pusara ibunya untuk melakukan sesuatu bagi mengenang jasa ibunya. Dia mula membayar niatnya dengan menghadiahkan 500 jambak bunga teluki putih untuk diagihkan kepada setiap ibu yang datang ke gereja St. Andrew's Methodist Episcopal Church di Grafton, West Virginia. Pada 11 Mei 1908, gereja tersebut mengadakan majlis membaca doa khas untuk semua ibu.
Lebih kurang begitulah cerita yang Awang ketahui mengenai asal usul Hari Ibu yang dirayakan di seluruh dunia pada 11 Mei setiap tahun. Bagaimanapun, ada juga negara-negara di Eropah yang menyambut pada hari Ahad terakhir bulan Mei dengan mengadakan majlis membaca doa di gereja.
Sambutan Hari Ibu ini lebih popular di kalangan penganut agama Kristian, tetapi ia kini turut dirayakan oleh sebilangan orang Islam. Perkara ini tidak seharusnya dijadikan isu polemik.
Anggap sahaja Hari Ibu sama seperti Hari Guru, Hari Bapa, Hari Kebebasan Media dan sebagainya. Ia tiada kaitan dengan agama, cuma sekadar hari memperingati pengorbanan seorang insan yang paling berjasa kepada kita. Insan yang dipanggil ibu, mama, ummi, amma, bonda, emak atau apa sahaja ganti nama. Terpulanglah kepada individu sama ada mahu menyambut atau tidak Hari Ibu.
Namun dibandingkan dengan Hari Kekasih, merayakan Hari Ibu tentulah berbeza nilai dan martabatnya.
Awang sendiri tidak pernah menyambut Hari Ibu kerana ia bukan budaya generasi Awang. Lagipun Awang menganggap insan yang bernama ibu wajib diberi layanan istimewa sepanjang masa kerana syurga berada di bawah tapak kakinya. Tiada sifat kasih sayang yang boleh menandingi perasaan ibu terhadap anak-anaknya.
Sebenarnya Tuhan menzahirkan sifat kasih terhadap kita melalui ibu. Sebab itulah menderhaka kepada ibu tergolong sebagai dosa besar dan perbuatan yang amat dimurkai Allah.
Namun ramai manusia pada zaman ini semakin sibuk dengan urusan dunia dan kebajikan anak isteri sehingga terlupa kepada ibu, terutama ketika mereka tua. Ingatlah, jangan sampai hati ibu terluka kerana kasihnya terhadap anda adalah kasih Allah. Murka ibu juga bererti murka Allah terhadap anda.
SESAL KEMUDIAN TIDAK BERGUNA
BERCAKAP fasal ibu, teringat Awang kepada satu pesanan dalam majalah Mastika keluaran September 2002. Disebabkan pesanan berkenaan agak panjang, disiarkan semula versi yang diringkaskan:
``Ketika berusia setahun, ibu suapkan makanan dan mendidik kita. Cara kita ucapkan terima kasih kepadanya hanyalah dengan menangis sepanjang malam.
Menjelang usia tiga tahun, ibu menyediakan makanan dengan penuh rasa kasih sayang, kita ucapkan terima kasih dengan menumpahkan makanan ke lantai.
Apabila berusia tujuh tahun, ibu belikan sebiji bola. Cara mengucapkan terima kasih ialah kita pecahkan cermin tingkap jiran.
Ketika berusia sembilan tahun, ibu menghantar ke sekolah, kita ucapkan terima kasih kepadanya dengan ponteng kelas.
Apabila berusia 12 tahun, ibu menyuruh membuat kerja sekolah, kita ucapkan terima kasih dengan menunggu ibu alpa untuk menonton televisyen.
Menjelang usia 13 tahun, ibu suruh pakai pakaian yang menutup aurat, kita ucapkan terima kasih kepadanya dengan memberitahu bahawa pakaian itu tidak sesuai.
Ketika berusia 14 tahun ibu terpaksa mengikat perut untuk membayar wang persekolahan dan asrama, kita ucapkan terima kasih kepadanya dengan tidak menulis sepucuk surat pun. Semasa bercuti kita asyik mengunci pintu bilik. Ketika ibu sedang menunggu panggilan penting, kita bergayut di telefon sepanjang malam.
Menjelang usia remaja, 18 tahun, ibu menangis gembira apabila mendapat tahu kita diterima masuk ke IPTA, kita ucapkan terima kasih kepadanya dengan bersuka ria bersama kawan-kawan.
Berusia 20 tahun, ibu bertanya sama ada kita ada teman istimewa, kita kata ``... itu bukan urusan ibu.'' Setelah berusia 21 tahun, ibu memberikan pandangan mengenai kerjaya, kita kata: ``Saya tak mahu jadi seperti ibu.''
Ketika berusia 25 tahun, ibu bersusah payah menanggung perbelanjaan majlis perkahwinan kita. Ibu menangis dan memberitahu betapa dia sangat sayangkan kita, tapi kita ucapkan terima kasih kepadanya dengan berpindah jauh.
Pada usia 30 tahun, ibu menelefon memberi nasihat petua mengenai penjagaan bayi, kita berkata, ``... itu dulu.''
Ketika berusia 40 tahun, ibu menelefon mengingatkan mengenai kenduri-kenduri di kampung, kita berkata: ``Kami sibuk, tak ada masa nak datang.''
Apabila berusia 50 tahun, ibu jatuh sakit dan meminta kita menjaganya, kita bercerita mengenai kesibukan dan kisah-kisah ibu bapa yang menjadi beban kepada anak-anak.
Dan kemudian suatu hari, kita mendapat berita ibu meninggal! Khabar itu bagaikan petir! Dalam lelehan air mata, barulah segala perbuatan kita terhadap ibu menerpa satu per satu.''
*petikan dari rencana pengarang Utusan Melaysia, 11 Mei 2003*
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This is an article that I have kept for more than 5 years. It has been laminated and is still hanging on my wall till today. The second part is the more meaningful one, as it was saying how much people are taking things for granted till they lost them forever. We should really learn to appreciate what we have while we could...Cheers!