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Just a story from the SahabatPERBAYU

Her cheeks were worn and sunken, and her skin hugged her bones. That didn't stop her because you could never catch her not reciting Qur'an. She was always vigil in her personal prayer room that our father had set up for her. Bowing, prostrating, raising her hands in prayer, was the way she was from dawn to sunset and back again; boredom was for other people.



As for me, I craved nothing more than fashion magazines and novels. I treated myself to videos until the trips to the rental place became my trademark. It's a saying that when something becomes habit, people tend to distinguish you by it. I was negligent in my responsibilities and my salah was characterized by laziness.



One night, after a long three hours of watching, I turned the video off. The adhan rose softly in the quiet night. I slipped peacefully into my blanket.



Her voice called me from her prayer room. "Yes? Would you like anything Noorah?" I asked.



With a sharp needle she popped my plans. "Don't sleep before you pray Fajr!"



Agghh! "There's still an hour before Fajr. That was only the first adhan," I said.



With those loving pinches of hers, she called me closer. She was like that even before the fierce sickness shook her spirit and shut her in bed. "Hanan, can you come sit beside me."



I could never refuse any of her requests; you could touch the purity
and sincerity in her. "Yes, Noorah?"



"Please sit here."



"Alright, I'm sitting. What's on your mind?"



With the sweetest mono voice she began reciting:



Every soul shall taste death and you will merely be repaid your
earnings on the Day of Resurrection.



She stopped thoughtfully. Then she asked, "Do you believe in death?"



"Of course I do," I replied.



"Do you believe that you shall be responsible for whatever you do,regardless of how small or large?"



"I do, but Allah is Forgiving and Merciful, and I've got a long life
waiting for me."



"Stop it Hanan! Are you not afraid of death and its abruptness? Take a look at Hind. She was younger than you but she died in a car accident. Death is age-blind and your age could never be a measure of when you shall die."



The darkness of the room filled my skin with fear. "I'm scared of the dark and now you made me scared of death. How am I supposed to go to sleep now? Noorah, I thought you promised you'd go with us on vacation during the summer break."



Her voice broke and her heart quivered. "I might be going on a long trip this year Hanan, but somewhere else. All of our lives are in Allah's hands and we all belong to Him."



My eyes welled and the tears slipped down both cheeks. I pondered my sisters grizzly sickness. The doctors had informed my father in private that there was not much hope Noorah was going to outlive the disease. She wasn't told, so I wondered who hinted to her. Or was it that she could sense the truth?



"What are you thinking about Hanan?" Her voice was sharp. "Do you think I am just saying this because I am sick? I hope not. In fact, I may live longer than people who are not sick. How long are you going to live Hanan? Perhaps twenty years? Maybe forty? Then what?"


Through the dark she reached for my hand and squeezed gently. "There's no difference between us; we're all going to leave this world to live in Paradise or agonize in Hell. Listen to the words of Allah:



Anyone who is pushed away from the Fire and shown into Jannah will have triumphed.



I left my sister's room dazed, her words ringing in my ears: "May Allah guide you Hanan - don't forget your prayer."



I heard pounding on my door at eight o'clock in the morning. I don't usually wake up at this time. There was crying and confusion. O Allah, what happened?



Noorah's condition became critical after Fajr; they took her to the hospital immediately.



Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'oon.



There wasn't going to be any trips this summer. It was written that I would spend the summer at home.



It felt like an eternity had gone by when it was one o'clock in the afternoon.other phoned the hospital.



"Yes. You can come and see her now." Dad's voice had changed, and mother could sense something had gone deathly wrong. We left immediately.



Where was that avenue I used to travel and thought was so short? Why was it so very long now? Where was the cherished crowd and traffic that would give me a chance to gaze left and right? Everyone, just move out of our way!



Mother was shaking her head in her hands crying as she made du'a for her Noorah. We arrived at the hospital's main entrance. One man was moaning, while another was involved in an accident. A third man's eyes were iced. You couldn't tell if he was dead or alive.



Noorah was in intensive care. We skipped stairs to her floor. The nurse approached us. "Let me take you to her."



As we walked down the aisles the nurse went on expressing how sweet of a girl Noorah was. She somewhat reassured Mother that Noorah's condition had gotten better than what it was in the morning. "Sorry. No more than one visitor at a time," the nurse said.



This was the intensive care unit. Past the flurry white robes, through the small window in the door, I caught my sister's eyes. Mother was standing beside her. After about two minutes, mother came out unable to control her crying. "You may enter and say salaam to her on the condition that you do not speak too long," they told
me. "Two minutes should be enough."



"How are you Noorah? You were fine last night sister, what happened?"



We held hands; she squeezed harmlessly. "Even now, alhamdulillah, I'm doing fine."



"Alhamdulillah. ..but...your hands are so cold."



I sat on her bedside and rested my fingers on her knee. She jerked it away. "Sorry, did I hurt you?"



"No, it is just that I remembered Allah's words."



Waltafatul saaqu bil saaq (One leg will be wrapped to the other leg[in the death shroud]).



"Hanan pray for me. I may be meeting the first day of the Hereafter very soon. It's a long journey and I haven't prepared enough good deeds in my suitcase."



A tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek at her words. I cried and she joined me. The room blurred away and left us two sisters to cry together. Rivulets of tears splashed down on my sister's palm, which I held with both hands. Dad was now
becoming more worried about me. I've never cried like that before.



At home and upstairs in my room, I watched the sun pass away with a sorrowful day. Silence mingled in our corridors. One after another, my cousins came in my room. The visitors were many and all the voices from downstairs stirred together. Only one thing was clear at that point – Noorah had died!



I stopped distinguishing who came and who went. I couldn't remember what they said. O Allah, where was I? What was going on? I couldn't even cry anymore.



Later that week they told me what had happened. Dad had taken my hand to say goodbye to my sister for the last time. I had kissed Noorah's head.



I remember only one thing while seeing her spread on that bed – the bed that she was going to die on. I remembered the verse she recited:



One leg will be wrapped to the other leg (in the death shroud).



And I knew too well the truth of the next verse:



The drive on that day will be to your Lord (Allah)!



I tiptoed into her prayer room that night. Staring at the quiet dresser and silenced mirrors, I treasured the person that had shared my mother's stomach with me. Noorah was my twin sister.



I remembered who I had swapped sorrows with, who comforted my rainy days. I remebered who prayed for my guidance and who spent so many
tears for many long nights telling me about death and
accountability. May Allah save us all.



Tonight is Noorah's first night that she shall spend in her tomb. O
Allah, have mercy on her and illumine her grave. This was her Qur'an
and her prayer mat. And this was the spring, rose-colored dress that
she told me she would hide until she got married; the dress she
wanted to keep just for her husband.



I remembered my sister and cried over all the days that I had lost.
I prayed to Allah to have mercy on me, accept me and forgive me. I
prayed to Allah to keep her firm in her grave as she always liked to
mention in her supplications.



At that moment, I stopped. I asked myself what if it was I who had
died. Where would I be moving on to? Fear pressed me and the tears
began all over again.



"Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar…" The first adhan rose softly from the
masjid. It sounded so beautiful this time. I felt calm and relaxed
as I repeated the mu'adhin's call. I wrapped the shawl around my
shoulders and stood to pray Fajr. I prayed as if it was my last
prayer, a farewell prayer, just like Noorah had done yesterday. It
had been her last Fajr.



Now, and in sha Allah for the rest of my life, if I awake in the morning I do not count on being alive by evening, and in the evening
I do not count on being alive by morning. We are all going on
Noorah's journey. What have we prepared for it?






Im Out.

Young and Hopeless.



Physics and Geog Paper was O.K. Seriously, i have not 100% studied for Physical Geography.But i had a good start on Humans.Hmm.Physics was ok. Hope i can score.



Very tired.My head was spinning while i was doing the Geog. Wrote too MANY words and my eyes were halve shut while doing. I think Aten saw it as she laughed when i saw her cause she sat the same Column as me.haha!

Need to study for History.BIG HAIZ. I hope china come out.hmm.. all the best to all siting for exams.=>



gt to study.



TARA.

Young and Hopeless.

Im exhausted. I am super tired. After the whole day of WORK, my body can't take the pressure any longer. After two weeks, im getting myself a great sleep. My body was aching but i know i can't do anything at this very moment. I can't study any more cause nothing goes inside my tiny little Brainy head.



In the evening, went to study with Bro and K8 at mac. But, seriously, im damn tired and when i reached there, i wasn't studying. Instead, staring blindly to my Sosial Studies Paper because i was sleepy.HALF ZOMBIE.Beforehand, ALL my aunt and cousins when my house to do things.My Cousins were around but sadly, i had to leave them cause im going to school. Helped my mum with entertaining them and COOKING food.In Uniform, and that's like so FnN. I did super fast work, and rushed off to meet them.I was perspiring as though i just got myself a shower.



Upon reaching home, i remembered that i have to study and FINISH studying SS and Maths. Both are equally important to me.Haiz. After looking at the time, i knew that i can't finish ALL the chapters in time. I have SEC FOUR chapter To go. I gave up. It's fated i guess cause, i can't be scoring perfectly high in all the topics i'd learnt.My eyes turn DOUBLY astigmatis. Eye bags can be found.I can't wait for EVERYTHING TO BE OVER. I want to get myself JUMP UP and carry on my 'per normal life'.



Malay paper.Haiz.Enough said. My heart has closed for the subject.Nothing can change my perception on that subject. I'm sure Hakim knows what i mean.
SIMPLY-PATHETICALLY CLOSED.I lose 6 to 9 marks after checking the answer with my sister.Hmm. I knew it lah, cause when i was doing the paper, my mind was thinking of 'when the hell the paper is going to end'. Bell rang and i get my Butt out of the place. I grabbed my bag and Blast off from the school compound.Mouth was shut as though i zipped it, not wanting to talk about anything regarding MALAY.Overall was o.k but the moment to do it was H.O.R.R.I.B.L.E.



Btw, it's late and im want to go and have a sleep. Sorry for any Unreplied message case im very super Busy. All the best to others and especially to me.


Im off. Zombie out/ -.-[no eye bags] to =.= [ double eye bags]

First And foremost, i would like to wish Siti Khadijah K. a very Happy Birthday!


hmm...she's 16.AT LAST. haha.Im sure there are many other things that a 16 years old teenager can explore. Not much actually. Was kind of disappointed yesterday. Hmm.Didnt get to go out with the birthday girl. Others were TOO busy with their things and so got to cancel all plans. Btw, i hope your outing with Chap700 was great. =>.


Hmm.Was in a sudden depression yesterday.Not knowing why. I got myself 'quiet' because others were to busy with their probs. So after studying ss and M.t, i'd decided to go out. Unexpectedly, mum wanted to tag along and so we went to catch a movie, Little man. haha.KiuTT story. It was NC 16 but i really thing it should be G category story because there was nothing 'unusual' about the story.Seriously.
Went to eat and off..


Sister was having so much fun.She went to her friends birthday and yeap, went home at almost 1. Dad didn't say a word.That's like so not fair.hmm.I don't care either.Before going out, i remember dad was venting his anger about my sis to me. I was so , 'in court'.Haiz. He scolded as if i was in wrong.Whatever lah. I left and walk out of the house.haiz.


Reach home, and started to continue with the Diplomacy and Deterrance Chapter. Was sick and tired of reading. Im giving up on History and Social Studies.Yea.OK.Got essays to do. Till next time. Tara.

*It's been a year, 365 days?.Wow. I thought i was suppose to be a 367 days. That's kewl.
"365 day6...i really........so" =>

Counting down to Prelims. I can't imagine that time fly faster than i thought. Went to school for Maths class. Kiat Hong, Suraj and myself were so Punctual that we came at 8.Infact, the class started at 9. We did our own revision and headed to Senja Grand for breakfast.Went to 4C classroom and did our own revision.Ms Liew went throught many IMPORTANT point that i have forgotten. So, it's worth going for the class.



Went home and have a rest. My head was spinning too fast.So,i had a few hours of sleep.Woke up and did my malay cybermelayu hw.It's tough.haiz..(I don't want to do malay paper anymore.Argh.)and for Kiat Hong, he does not want to sit for Food and Nutrition examination. Hmm. Nose is 'runny' and 'reddish'. Haven't get enough of 8-hours-sleep i guess.



Revisions.I'd revise my phy and did all June and Nov paper for pure. (Im now 5.5 Years old.)haha.. For chem, hmm..i read a bit of notes and still absorbing the concept. Humans and Geog, man, i haven't start revising. Argh.




Sis asked me to go to Lee khong chian library with her. Because, she needs to finish her research on Language or whatever lah. I can't imagine she can cope with her NIE studies.haiz.She had her presentation yesterday and yea, she did well and i'm sure she will get great grade.




People misusing the Tagboard.WORDS do not affect me. =>Haiz.That's normal.This people just have no life. They feel stucked up living in this PARADOXING world. I suggest, do something you think it's damn ADVENTUROUS such as..let me think, get hit by a car?haha. Should be good rather then spitting nonsencical words that you think will ache people's heart. Stink? haha.I like that word. It means, you've been observed by others.Wow, Significant. Well, i must say that saying that does not affect me because , it does not bring me any good and IMPORTANTLY it does not make you any better smell, Smarter, Prettier and more Handsome. =P Your Internet protocol has been TRACKED and BAN. Good luck.
-don't worry, i won't sue you lah.HAHA-




Alright.Enough of saying.Gtg.Take care and enjoy.
*Hypocite-thanks for your comment because you help me in a great highlight of my post.G.O.O.D J.O.B.

Ha.Ha.


Out.

Just finished a couple of chapter for chemistry.Phy, haiz, not yet.
This few day was really a tough day for science revision.
We did phy mock and chem.
I did pretty well for it. But hopefully it will go well for prelims.

Today was suppose to be maths class.But, i didn't go. I WENT TO SCHOOL, but after realising i haven't finish my HW, and i have something on and furthermore, having my head to be aching, i went home.

During my 'break', did this skin.
Hm..tired...gtg

out!

Yesterday was fun. Haha.Lucky Draw rowks!! I won the Shoe! ahha.. Khad won bicycle!! kewl..aite.Hmm...went back to Wvps and met old friend. They are so different.haha. miss Them so much. Went to met K.H. and Suraj and eat.
Here's The PIc! Tara...








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