it's been a while since i last write. time is somehow spent doing so many small things, that i felt somewhat wrong to stay writing in front of the computer when i need to pay back all the time i couldn't spend with my loved ones. (kakak has been home since i came back. along with the two Boolats; Airaa and the 'new' Aimi. Umar is yet to meet Aunty Chik. T_T
currently i am done with a week of doing my elective attachement with the local hospital. i am with a few friends from UCD along with some other new friends from UIA, UNisZA and Moscow in the medical wards of HRPZ2 in Kota Bharu. it has been a rather interesting and fulfilling week, learning at the local hospital; re-learning the things i have forgotten, as well as learning new local stuff (leptospirosis and the lots) and not to mention all the mind-blowing words the Kelantanese have to offer to explain their symptoms. i had fun, and i am looking forward for the next 2 weeks insyaAllah. :)
and this 'fun' always comes with interesting moments. i guess i have to start sharing them little by little. :)
I went with Suha to one patient who was resting, and his family was sitting down waiting by his bedside. we wanted to read his charts, so we smiled at them, asking for them not to mind us. then as we were absorbed with the charts, the patient's younger brother and mother sort of commented on our baju kurung. apparently the both of us were wearing a sort of similar type of baju kurung.
the Mother was complimenting of how pretty they looked and she was saying that she rarely sees those beads sewn at the front of the baju kurung, and it's usually around the wrist part only. we were caught off-guard a bit by her compliments. the mother asked where did we get it done etc. we sincerely had no idea since we both have not been wearing much of baju kurung for years now and we wore old things that we could find. i think both me and Suha sort of felt a bit guilty for not being able to tell them more about those baju kurung that we wore, since they seemed genuinely interested to know where we got it done etc. heck, i don't even know who bought it for me.
the next day, me and Suha went to KB mall and did a little bit of shopping. then we went to sit at the bench at the entrance while waiting for our dads. we chatted quite a bit when someone else came and sit beside me. then it was suha's turn to leave and i was plugging my earphones in to keep me company, when the 'kakak' beside me started our little conversation. she works as one of the cleaners for one of the shops and was waiting for the time to finish her work.
we eventually chatted away about Ramadhan, as i asked her is she going back early to cook for buka puasa? she was musing about how ridiculous the prices of food at those bazaar ramadhan are. of how RM10 won't be enough to buy much in those bazaar, that it's better to buy fresh food to cook on your own, and that those cooked food will taste better and last longer, and of how her mother would always cook a small amount for every meal so not to waste anything, etc. after a while, she excused herself to do her work again. little did she knew how that conversation left a huge mark on my heart.
when i told abah and mama about the baju kurung incident, i kept on remembering their faces when they complimented it. and it made me realize that i truly have never ever sit down to appreciate these little things that i have. i am not saying that we all need to dig all our clothes in the closet and start appreciating all the details in those clothes. but perhaps just remember that this is one of the nikmat that we often forget, to have clothes to wear, let alone pretty ones. i guess in light with the fashion trends that's been blooming lately, with all those flashy selendang, skirts and blouses; we kept on looking at people with flashier clothes and greater 'fashion sense', and forget those who we rarely meet, those who can only afford to look at them from a distance. the same goes for those bazaar ramadhan comments by the kakak; cause i think many of us would go to the bazaars not thinking of how much money we had in our pocket, but instead focusing on whatever we could get our hands on. sometimes i wondered, have we ever stopped to wonder what that old pakcik waiting for that little bit of sadaqah thinks of, when he sees the bags of food we brought home for breaking fast everyday, yet we never stopped to give him even a penny. may Allah Forgives us.
these little things in life,
we received too much of them, that we ended up forgetting them the most.
these little things in life,
they are little enough to us, that we forget how big they are to others.
praying that we all get more of these incidents to humble us down insyaAllah.
اُنْظُرُوْا إِلَى مَنْ هُوَ أَسْفَلَ مِنْكُمْ وَلاَ تَنْظُرُوْا إِلَى مَنْ هُوَ فَوْقَكُمْ
فَإِنَّهُ أَجْدَرُ أَنْ لاَ تَزْدَرُوْا نِعْمَةَ اللهِ عَلَيْكُمْ.
"Lihatlah kepada orang yang berada di bawahmu dan jangan melihat orang yang berada di atasmu, kerana yang demikian lebih patut, agar kalian tidak meremehkan nikmat Allah yang telah diberikan kepadamu"
[hadith sahih riwayat Bukhari & Muslim]
مَنْ أَصْبَحَ مِنْكُمْ آمِنًا فِيْ سِرْبِهِ، مُعَافًى فِيْ جَسَدِهِ، وَعِنْدَهُ قُوْتُ يَوْمِهِ، فَكَأَنَّمَا حِيْزَتْ لَهُ الدُّنْيَا بِحَذَافِيْرِهَا.
"Siapa saja di antara kalian yang merasa aman di tempat tinggalnya, diberikan kesihatan pada badannya, dan ia memiliki makanan untuk harinya itu, maka seolah-olah ia telah memiliki dunia seluruhnya".
[hadith hasan riwayat at-Tirmidzi]