They asked, “Akak, ape ahdaf akak ke Yunnan”
And I said, “Hmmm...? Akak a murobbi and this is what a murobbi do.”
They, maybe cant understand why. But I wish, I wish..., I wish one day, when they are big enough to understand, this sentence will flying in their mind again.
Exactly, in this 5 months backward, when they are planning for this trip to Yunnan, everybody keep reminding them,
“set a good ahdaf, set a lot of aims, have a good intention, and may Allah lead your way”
It then, really leave them with cute pressure on how this trip shouldnt be for fun. Cause yeah, they working on a serious deed, a good deed with a lot of aims. And I think they did great along the way, despite of some obstacles that appear, that the clothes that had been collected are too many and we cant take them all at once even how hard we tried to maximise the things that we can take to Yunnan to give it to the people in need, that some of the colleagues had misunderstood in some of their actions, that how the planned had been cut short in time because of the ticket price are too high, despite of we had to take the 34 hours-journey train to come back home to Beijing on the last day as we cant afford plane’s ticket. I do think they did great in handling with all of them. Bravooo
and the day came.
Its been a hectic months in September, and now we are leaving Beijing for a week, for dakwah lillah.
Along the way, they ask me again why Im going there with them, well..., first of all, because Allah made them invited me, second of all because, well..., Im only a murobbi who love to see her bintang-bintang hati's spirited faces, treading a strong step forward in becoming a daie. I have no other intentions except for seeing the ummah growing on the right path leading to the right destination. (if only I can explain this clear to them, but at that time, I am only throwing them a smile.)
Theres time when,
I used to be this spirited children, seeding the soil with a lots of seeds, aiming to see a lot of trees. But as the time pass by, I saw cracking on my soil, proving its drying, the trees I grow, have no leaf. My heart seating under one of the trees, asking, where the spirit had gone? The one who used to fertilised this land. The land that was once sooo greennnnn.
Well yeah..., its raining heavily on my land, sometimes theres thunder, sometimes there are many more big bad sheep that came to eat the land grass, and sometimes theres flood, the sun might too strong but still, Im working in growing all those trees.
Then,
I started counting leaves at the trees that others grow. Although they were small, but for heaven sake, its so green and shading. And MasyaAllah, I start hiding under their trees, seeking for a crucial tips, wishing I can again learn how to keep my land green to.
While studying that, still, I cant stop being a murobbi. They keep saying its not a job that I can choose to do or not to do, cause its Allah order, I am murobbi, I had to be a murobbi, and its crucial for me to be a murobbi. And here I am, in a trip to Yunnan.
#Kredit kepada: Pemegang-pemegang Pelbagai Jenis Telefon dan Kamera Bijak yang berarak bersama melangkah ke Yunnan
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