Fortunately this year, Eid al-Adha fell on a weekend. Woke up and went to the Turkish mosque. Apart from the last part, where jemaah shook hands with each other, the prayer's not much different. I have no idea where they do their qurban, as it is the rule here that you can't kill animal for food, unless you're a licensed butcher. So the qurban was probably done in a designated place.
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| Bersalaman dengan lelaki turki di perkarangan masjid |
We went back and didn't feel like eating the small fest after prayer. Plus we(Azhan) were sleepy since the night before was spent preparing for our own 'makan-makan', which also acts as a farewell party for Azra. Yes, two of the girl that I mentioned in my previous post, coincidentally have finished their study and are now going back for good. And one of them happened to be a Gelsenkirchener and since we were quite free, we decided to do a get together over lunch. Around two, everyone gathered for 'makan-makan' and when the plates are mostly empty, the slideshow were played, one that was done the night before with the intention as stated by Fathi,"misi kami nak bagi rara nangis."
The slideshow was composed of Azra's picture over the years in Germany; some of them silly, some embarrassing but all true. During the slideshow, it occurred to me that the pictures, shallow as they are as a portrayal of life, they are true.
They are not what could have happened, they are what happened.
When I try to remember the past, 'kalau' is a favourite word that crops up quite often. However when the slideshow was done, it dawned on me that there is in reality no 'kalau'. Azra's picture could have not been any other way, such as she falling in snow etc, the pictures are 'proof' that it could not have been a different snow, a different person smiling together, a different time that the picture was taken, even for one second.
Simply said, the past is the past. There is no going back.
Which has a great weight coming with the realization, as our actions will define our future and will become our past. The fact that there is one and only one past, is overwhelming which altogether makes which decision to take is harder than if say, we have two or three tries in life. I can't go around carefree as the wind, or when faced with a problem and simply say "fak it, I dont care, it doesnt matter" because in life, it really matters. There is no second try to a previous minute of our life.
Then again, what if we have planned and done our best yet our life turns for the worse?
Imagine if you have tried so hard and worked so hard for something yet in the last minute it failed due to small things such as the wind, the disappointment would be paramount. Some can't barely live with the failure, after all the effort poured into it. So how can we, mere humans, were entrusted with such heavy burdens?
Alhamdulillah for us Muslims, we have Allah to depend to and when the plans are planned and the actions are in past tense, the only thing in presence is for tawakkal to take place. The disappointment will be subdued and forgotten, when we realize that Allah has better results, planned, if not in this world then in the hereafter.
Corny as it is, I'd quote the saying, that everything will be okay in the end.
If it's not okay then it is not the end.
So to fellow friends who are going back, good luck to you guys. Plan, act and live with it. Tawakkal and redha. Auf wiedersehen Azra(noob!), thanks for everything. Even your leaving had taught me something.
Thanks!
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| Tamakninah |
p.s.
1. The slideshow and Azra's reaction watching the video is still in keeping. I think I won't upload it here since the world could see, maybe only on facebook. Did our mission to make her cry succeeded? Well.... you have to see it later, or asked her yourself. (clue: asma did . . . )
2. Auf Wiedersehen literally means "On See-later" which translates see you later. It's a formal/outdated form of goodbye but after some thoughts, I think the Germans has nailed it better with the term Auf Wiedersehen.
After all, there is no goodbyes, right? Only see you later.
3. Thanks for reading!
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