aku darah anak Malaysia

Ye sekarang baru semua nak mengaku anak Malaysia. Malaysia tanah tumpah darahku. Masa Hari Kebangsaan tak la semangat macam ni. Takpela dah lama tak nampak kemenangan Malaysia. Dapat cuti umum pun best jugak.

AAD cuci kereta.

Semalam start cuci kereta. Kitorang buat cuci kereta kat parking KAED setiap hari Selasa. Nak kumpul duit untuk Heritage study. Bercita-cita nak pergi London. Seronok jugak mencuci kereta beramai-ramai ni. Di samping membantu pemilik kenderaan mengilatkan kenderaan boleh jugak merapatkan hubungan silaturahim.

Yang kat sana tu mai la datang KAED cuci kereta. Murah je. Kereta RM 6 kalau interior sekali RM 8. Motor RM 4. Basikal pun boleh jugak kalau nak cuci apa salahnya.

paksa rela.

Aku dah cakap awal awal lagi aku tak nak. Tak nak tak nak. Tak nak. Pergi letak nama aku jugak apasal. Tiada rela dalam paksa.

p/s : katakan tak nak kepada rokok.

pencuri perompak pecah rumah.

Baru balik rumah dapat tau yang jiran hujung jalan punye rumah kena pecah masuk. Adik aku la yang perasan. Sebelum tu takde orang pun perasan sebab pintu rumah dia terhadang dengan baju-baju jemuran. Banyak betul kes macam ni sekarang. Memang musim mencuri ke?

Balik rumah nampak Sheeba sakit. Macam kena langgar. Nak bawa pergi vet esok cuti hari Natal pulak. Kesian sangat.

Bila anak Tan Sri nak beli kereta.

Tadi aku dengan Shamin pergi buat case study dan pengambilan data dekat Ingress Corporation Damansara. Agak cuak jugak sebenarnya sebab bawak kamera pergi ambik gambar dekat kawasan tu. Fikir dua tiga kali la jugak nak masuk dalam showroom tu sebab kebanyakan yang masuk tu yang betul-betul nak beli kereta.


"err, nak masuk ke?"

"masuk jela, kita dah sampai sini pun. Takkan nak ambik gambar kat luar je"

"Kalau orang tanye nak cakap ape?"

" ala kita kan anak Tan Sri yang takde transport nak balik UIA, nak beli BMW baru"


Jadi kitorang pun konon-konon anak Tan Sri yang nak beli BMW baru pun masuk jela dengan muka selamba. Receptionist dia senyum je tengok kitorang masuk.

"hmm, nasib baik dia senyum mesra je, kalau tak segan jugak aku nak masuk," aku bermonolog dalaman.

Kitorang masuk buat-buat macam nak beli BMW baru. Tengok kiri kanan. Jalan masuk dalam sikit. Lepas tu patah balik pergi depan. Nak ambik gambar memang nak kena sepak la kan.

"Shamin, macam mana ni? Takkan nak ambik gambar memori je?"

"erm, tu la pasal. Nak buat apa pulak ni?"

" kita berdiri kat sini macam suspicious je. Tak nak tanya siapa-siapa ke?"

"nak ke? jom la tanya dekat reception counter tu."





"erm, akak, kitorang dari UIA nak buat research bla bla bla dan bla. Boleh tak bla bla bla."

"Boleh, tapi diam-diam jela. Takpe akak pun pernah jadi student jugak dulu."




Fuh nasib baik akak ni memahami. Cuak jugak kot kot kena halau ke. Kitorang pun duduk la dekat mini cafe yang ade dekat situ. Keluarkan kertas dan pensel. Catat apa-apa yang patut dan lukis apa-apa yang patut. Agak-agak macam orang Ingress tu dah mula pandang-pandang ingat kitorang ni anak Tan Sri yang nak beli BMW baru, kitorang pun blah.


Lepas puas survey harga kereta anak Tan Sri, kitorang pun singgah la OU kejap. Dah alang-alang kat situ, kelas pun pukul 4. Banyak masa lagi. Mula-mula ingat nak makan je, tiba-tiba rasa macam nak tengok wayang pulak. Terbeli pulak tiket Tron Legacy.


Kitorang masuk dalam panggung wayang macam biasa. Duduk tempat macam biasa. Pandang skrin macam biasa. Tapi bila cerita dah mula, aku rasa kurang biasa.


"apehal lampu tak tutup lagi? Bukan movie dah mula ke?"

" aah la, dia lupa tutup lampu ke?"


Terdengar la jugak beberapa orang lain yang jugak pelik kenapa lampu terang semacam. Semua pandang sesama sendiri. Aku pun senyum sumbing jela pandang orang lain jugak. Dah lebih kurang 10 minit cerita start, tiba-tiba skrin gelap. Lepas tu aku dengar orang sebelah aku cakap dia dah komplen dekat orang TGV tu dan die suruh restart balik cerita. Aku pun tunggu jela sambil pandang skrin. Tak keluar pun gambar. Bermula lagi aksi-aksi tersenyum sumbing sambil pandang-memandang. Akhirnya lampu padam dan cerita pun mula balik. Yang tak seronoknya depan kitorang ada beberapa orang budak lelaki bawah umur yang bising-bising. Aku taulah korang dah tengok 10 minit cerita ni, aku pun dah tengok jugak tak payah la bising-bising. Orang dah bagi hint suruh senyap pun buat bising lagi. Memang rase macam nak sepak. Nasib baik lepas tu mulut diorang dah penat dan aku boleh menikmati cerita dengan aman.
Terima kasih.

Jalan-jalan dekat OU nampak ramai budak-budak lepasan SPM yang jugak jalan-jalan macam OU tu diorang yang punya. Terimbas kembali zaman dulu-dulu.




p/s : hari ni result PMR keluar, tahniah buat adik aku yang dapat 7a :))

hijab conversation.

"I'm so tired"
"Tired of what?"


"Of all these people judging me."
"Who judged you?"


"Like that woman, every time I sit with her, she tells me to wear
hijab."
"Oh, hijab and music! The mother of all topics!"


"Yeah! I listen to music without hijab.haha!"
"Maybe she was just giving you advice."


"I don't need her advice. I know my religion. Can't she mind her own business?"
"Maybe you misunderstood. She was just being nice."


"Keeping out of my business, that would be nice..."
"But it's her duty to encourage you do to good."


"Trust me. That was no encouragement. And what do you mean 'good' ?"
"Well, wearing hijab, that would be a good thing to do."


"Says who?"
"It's in the Qur'an, isn't it?"


"Yes. She did quote me something."
"She said Surah Nur, and other places of the Qur'an."


"Yes, but it's not a big sin anyway. Helping people and praying is more important."
"True. But big things start with small things."


"That's a good point, but what you wear is not important. What's important is to have a good healthy heart."
"What you wear is not important?"


"That's what I said."
"Then why do you spend an hour every morning fixing up?"


"What do you mean?"
"You spend money on cosmetics, not to mention all the time you spend on fixing your hair and low-carb dieting."


"So?"
"So, your appearance IS important."


"No. I said wearing hijab is not an important thing in religion."
"If it's not an important thing in religion, why is it mentioned in the Holy Qur'an?"


"You know I can't follow all that's in Qur'an."
"You mean God tells you something to do, you disobey and then it's OK?"


"Yes. God is forgiving."
"God is forgiving to those who repent and do not repeat their
mistakes."


"says who?"

"Says the same book that tells you to cover."

"But I don't like hijab, it limits my freedom."
"But the lotions, lipsticks, mascara and other cosmetics set you free?!
What's your definition of freedom anyway?"


"Freedom is in doing whatever you like to do."
"No. Freedom is in doing the right thing, not in doing whatever we wish to do."


"Look! I've seen so many people who don't wear hijab and are nice people, and so many who wear hijab and are bad people."
"So what? There are people who are nice to you but are alcoholic. Should we all be alcoholics? You made a stupid point."


"I don't want to be an extremist or a fanatic. I'm OK the way I am without hijab."
"Then you are a secular fanatic. An extremist in disobeying God."


"You don't get it, if I wear hijab, who would marry me?!"
"So all these people with hijab never get married?!"


"Okay! Wha t if I get married and my husband doesn't l i ke it? And wants me to remove it?"
"What if your husband wants you to go out with him on a bank robbery?!"


"That's irrelevant, bank robbery is a crime."
"Disobeying your Creator is not a crime?"


"But then who would hire me?"
"A company that respects people for who they are."


"Not after 9-11"
"Yes. After 9-11. Don't you know about Hanan who just got into med school? And the other one, what was her name, the girl who always wore a white hijab.ummm."


"Yasmeen?"
"Yes. Yasmeen. She just finished her MBA and is now interning for GE."


"Why do you reduce religion to a piece of cloth anyway?"
"Why do you reduce womanhood to high heals and lipstick colors?"


"You didn't answer my question."
"In fact, I did. Hijab is not just a piece of cloth. It is obeying God in a difficult environment. It is courage, faith in action, and true womanhood. But your short sleeves, tight pants."

"That's called 'fashion', you live in a cave or something? First
of all, hijab was founded by men who wanted to control women."
"Really? I did not know men could control women by hijab."


"Yes. That's what it is."
"What about the women who fight their husbands to wear hijab? And women in France who are forced to remove their hijab by men? What do you say about that?"


"Well, that's different."
"What difference? The woman who asked you to wear hijab.she was a woman, right?"


"Right, but."
"But fashions that are designed and promoted by male-dominated corporations, set you free? Men have no control on exposing women and using them as a commodity?! Give me a break!"


"Wait, let me finish, I was saying."
"Saying what? You think that men control women by hijab?"


"Yes."
"Specifically how?"


"By telling women how and what to wear, dummy!"
"Doesn't TV, magazines and movies tell you what to wear, and how to be 'attractive'?"


"Of course, it's fashion."
"Isn't that control? Pressuring you to wear what they want you to wear?"


Silence
"Not just controlling you, but also controlling the market."


"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you are told to look skinny and anorexic like that woman on the cover of the magazine, by men who design those magazines and sell those products."


"I don't get it. What does hijab have to do with products."
"It has everything to do with that. Don't you see? Hijab is a threat to consumerism, women who spend billions of dollars to look skinny and live by standards of fashion designed by men.and then here is Islam, saying trash all that nonsense and focus on your soul, not on your looks, and do not worry what men think of your looks."


"Like I don't have to buy hijab? Isn't hijab a product?"
"Yes, it is. It is a product that sets you free from male-dominated consumer ism ."


"Stop lecturing me! I WILL NOT WEAR HIJAB! It is awkward, outdated, and totally not suitable for this society ... Moreover, I am only 20 and too young to wear hijab!"
"Fine. Say that to your Lord, when you face Him on Judgment Day."


"Fine."
"Fine."


Silence
"Shut up and I don't want to hear more about hijab niqab schmijab
Punjab !"


Silence.

She stared at the mirror, tired of arguing with herself all this time. Successful enough, she managed to shut the voices in her head, with her own opinions triumphant in victory on the matter, and a final modern decision accepted by the society, rejected by the Faith:

Yes to curls or blowed dried hair, no to hijab.