Rabiatul Sumayyah. Ahh.. I miss them. So
how did the bond change from nothing at all to a something? Well, let’s recap
shall we?
My coursemates chose to do our social
engangement in Terengganu, Besut. It is situated 8 hours away from KL. Phew,
what a journey. Alrights, lets fast
forward to where I was assigned to be one of the facilitator for the kids
there.
At
first, there were no group at all. I was just wandering around, looking,
smilling to the kids. See if they needed any help. Then, there was this one
part where the facilitators are made mandatory to be in the group for assisting
purposes. I was confused for a moment
during that time. I mean, suddenly all my coursemates, whom previously were
just like me wandering around, seemed to know which group to go to when given
the instruction by Ali, my coursemate who became the emcee for the camp, to go
to assigned group. Okay, wow. I am officially lost. So I just turned around and
round to see if there were any vacancy at all to get settled in a group and
Alhamdulillah, these little angels were being brought to me by Allah when I saw
that they had no facilitator J
I suddenly became the most talkative
species when being with them. During my time becoming a facilitator elsewhere,
I was never alone. For this time, the first day of the camp I had to be alone
due to my partner, Kak Hajar, the most understanding being during the camp, being
given a task to do for the night. Hence, it was actually nerve-wrecking to have
13 year olds coming to you asking questions like a car at 150km/hr.
Nonetheless, it was fun. I havent been a
facilitator since Allah knows when & this camp actually made a new good
booster for me to be one in the future.
This was the second day. Look at how enthusiastic
I was when explaining with those quirky hand gestures! Hahahah! I was actualy
taking a video how they actually brainstromed their idea lead by a new girl
that just came in by the name Alia Natasha.
The ideas given by all of them were fantastically masyaAllah! It was
genius. It was pure. It was just..
Subhanallah. Their thinking caps made me think, and reflect back on life for a
moment. Like what have I been doing all
these while during my teens. There is an arabic proverb that states: “Time is
like a sword. If you don’t cut it, it’ll
cut you”. Ibn Mas’ud also said something powerful regarding how time is
extremely precious: “I never regretted anything except a day that
passed by without having increased my deeds”. They have showed me how simple it is to
achieve good deeds at their age by equipping themselves with the right
knowledge of Islam and made me feel remorseful. Astaghfirullah wa atubu ilaik. May
what they unconsciously have thought me be an added deed during the camp.
Ameen. Barakallahu feekun.
So this is the “conclusion” photo:
During the night,
those kids were given a talk on the meaning of life of a Muslim by Kak hajar. It was really motivating and
touching that I, as a facilitator can’t hold it in anymore and cried too with
them. It was because kak Hajar touched a lot about being good, doing good to
parents. I am such a fragile person that
if a person is to give me a lecture regarding my parents, I will just breakdown
no matter where. Yes, we human beings sin all the time. But the biggest sin a
person can do is to forget what their parents had done for them. Havent Allah
remind us in the Quran in Surah Al Isra’ Ayah 23
that translates to :”And Your Lord has commanded that you shall not serve (any)
but Him, goodness to your parents. If either or both of them reach the old age
with you, do not say “ugh” nor chide them and speak onto them generous words”.
Hahahah am I giving a lecture right now? Ok so
moving on. It seemed that Kak Hajar did such a superb job that the kids looked
remorseful….. including the one and only facilitator that cried. Thank you so
much Kak Hajar. May Allah bless.
The final day was
such a rush that I didn’t manage to take photos on the Explorace with
them. Alhamdulillah, the experience I
had with my friend, Ammar, was indescribable. A big round of applause for him
because we actually managed to overcome the “technical glitch” that befallen us
as they were miscommunications while conducting the game. A huge thanks too, to
Saiful because he didn’t get angry with us for being misleading. Hahahah.
It was quite
emotional, I must say (I cried again??? Hahahah pfft) during our unofficial
parting ceremony. The kids couldn’t hide their broken hearts and so began the
mass crying.
Personally, before
it all started, I was feeling rather scared. I have never gotten to a camp
where I was the only “odd one out”. Besides that, I am not even close with half
of my coursemates. I was terrified if they hated me, if I could not carry the
responsibilities of being a facilitator. I was frightened that after the camp,
I would be left with no friends from my course. But Subhanallah. Lo &
behold, I eventually started to know all of their names and their secret behavior! I started knowing that some of them
LOVE to sing anywhere. I suddenly know which one can’t stop taking selfies of
themselves. I found myself shocked to know that most of them were actually just
as crazy as me!! Hahahaha. It was beyond my thinking caps!! Apart from all
that, I learn that perseverance while doing work is extremely important. On top
of that, in fact, the key to all that would be Sabr. There were a handful of
times I realize that we weren’t doing something wrong. But perhaps Allah wants
ask to have a taste of what the real outside world is that he sent somethings
to be wrong in some eyes and thus, adjustments were made. I believe everything
Allah gives us is for the best. Like the verse in surah baqarah ayah
216 that translates to “And it may that you dislike a thing while it is good
for you, and it may be that you love a thing while it is evil for you, and
Allah knows while you do not”. So lay back and leave everything to Him, was
what we did.
Fiqh Usul Mates, you are one of the best things that
happened in my life. For all the advices, thank you very much. I cannot repay
those kindness with something from thins world,
hence, I will convey your names to Allah so that he will repay all of
you.
Uhubbukum Fillah. J
Nabilah Omar.
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