Kosong yang Terisi

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim
In the name of Allah the most beneficent, the most merciful
I testify that there's no God to be worshiped but Allah
And I testify that Muhammad (SAW) is His messenger.

Hidup tak selalunya indah,
Langit tak selalu cerah...

Alhamdulillah. Tertunai hak2 seorang hamba.
Dia lantas keluar musolla Pudu yang sememangnya tak berlampu. Dah habis waktu operasi.
Jam tangan dikerling. 10.15 malam.

Dia duduk di bangku aluminium depan musolla. Pandangan kosong tak berperisa dihantar ke depan.
Depan itu musolla lelaki. Tetapi cuma sosok dua lelaki ala2 Arab yang sempat ditangkapnya.
Pandangannya memang dihalakan ke arah lelaki itu. Tetapi kosong. Tembus.
Keluhan berat dilepaskan sambil mencongak-congak.
"ke mana aku selepas ini?"

Tak perlu berkejar. Tiket bas tengah malam karang. Waktu cengkerik dah mula nak berbunyi.
Dia terus duduk di situ. Dilihat sepasang adik beradik Arab yang subhanallah comel.
Dengan rambut curly,baik abang , baik adik. Ligat ke sana sini.
Ingatannya kosong. Khali. Sepi. Dia penat memikirkan nasib diri.

Dia akan kembali ke pangkuan Ummi dan Abi yang dirindui
Sementelah di medan perjuangannya sendiri,
Teruk dia dilukai.
Kalau saja luka-luka ini mampu ditembusi,
Pasti tidak ada yang tidak berbirat pada isi,
Dia tidak pinta semua ini,
Tapi dia sedang bersedia diuji.
Mustahil dia tidak bertanya pada Ilahi,
Kenapa menitipkan ujian seberat ini?
Jerebu di luar tak sehebat sebu rasa dalam hati,
Saat mengguyur renik-renik halus,
Tumpah murah di bibir sendiri.


"Miss, where do you come from?" dia buat ramah pulak.
"Pakistan." jawab cik yang putih gebu dan berblaus hitam.
"I'm Yemeni. But staying in Jeddah." beritahu wanita berskaf hijau. Mungkin sekali ibu kepada 2 budak comel tadi.
Wanita berskaf hijau tadi menegur cik berbaju hitam kerana solatnya begitu mudah sekali.
Hanya dengan memakai skaf tetapi tidak berstokin dan sebahagian lenagnnya terdedah, bagaimanakah dikatakan tertutup auratnya dalam solat?
Dia hanya tekal diam. Dia boleh terima perbezaan mazhab tapi....Dia belum mahir menegur. Apatah lagi orang asing.
"What are you doing here?"
Hijau : My sister's studying here. I come to visit her. And then we'll go to Langkawi.
Hitam: For a vacation.
Dia senyum. Kemudian wanita berbaju hitam meminta izin. Suaminya sudah selesai urusan.
 Sekarang dia cuma ada wanita berskaf hijau untuk berbual sakan.

"I learn Arabic a little but still..I don't know how to speak Arabic fluently. I'm sorry."
"Masha Allah. Wallahiy, Arabic is easy. Masha Allah, you learn Arabic? In which university?"
"No. Not a university yet. I'm still  have to pass a test. It's called As Syahadah Ad Diniah Al 'Aliyah Al Maliziah. If I mae it, I'll be going to Al-Ahar, In shaa Allah." dia tersenyum dengan lrik lakar impian sendiri.
"AL-Azhar? Misr?"
"Na'am. "
"Subhanallah. Al-Azhar is a very very good university. You must can do it. Yeah , I believe you must can do it. What do you learn? Show me some books." Dia bawak keluarla sebuah buku. Mustolahul Hadith.
"Masyaa Allah. This is hard. But it's good for you."
"Yeah. See, I have to do some translations because I'm not that fasih
in Arabic, I don't understand every words." jujurnya telus. wanita itu memandangnya.
"Same with me, when I was here last year. I was staying here for 6 months to learn English." betapa pun, ramahnya wanita itu bercerita mengenai pengalamannya di Malaysia. Dan dia pula menceritakan pengalaman hidupnya di Jeddah.
"In my place, when it's time for praying we'll close all shops. If not the police will come and force us to do so. In Ramadhaan, all the restaurant will only operating after 'Asr. "
"Masya Allah. Wonderful."
"Here, it;s not like that, right? I understand because you have Chinese and some more.."
"Yeah, we have multiraces. "
"But lately I heard that our gov. wanna set up some shopping complex like those in Europe. Huh..I wonder they'll close the mall when it's time to pray or just leave it operating." ujarnya kesal,
Tiba-tiba entah macam mana boleh termasuk bab Syiah.
"Are you Syiah?"
"No, of course I'm not. I'm sunni."
"Good. poor our brothers in Syria. Basyar al-Assad is shaytan. Yeah. Basyar is shaytan. he is a strong syiah. Do you know when it's Saddam's time all the syiah were afraid. Because Saddam is a very stern ruler. Now that there's no more Saddam, syiah has spread more and more. Even in Saudi."
"And Malaysia too. Iran is the most powerful syiah centre, is it? It must be the agenda of Israel to destroy us, Muslims. Now that we have too many understandings. It's..complicated."
"Are you local?"
"Yeah. I am."
"What mazhab do you use? You know between all the 4 mazhab Syafiee , Maliki, Hambali and Hanafi. they are all good..." tiba-tiba wanita berskaf hijau itu bertanyakan soal fiqih mazhab.
Tercengang kejap. Nak jawab apa?
"We're Syafiee. We do that because...."
Wanita itu walaupun seperti masih tidak faham, tetap menerima hujah dia sebagai diskusi ilmuan.
"It's ramadhaan soon. Here..where can I find masjid with good imam like in Jeddah?"
"Ouh. I'm sorry. I don't belonged here. But if you wanna know...maybe you can try Masjid Negara or Masjid Besi in Putrajaya." wanita itu mengangguk sambil tersenyum.
Anak-anaknya yang agak buas itu beberapa kali disuruh dudk diam tapi tak diam-diam juga.
"You son...he has a wonderful hair. Subhanallah. I like it." dia kata sambil mengusap kepala budak berumur sekitar lapan ke sepuluh tahun itu.
"Subhanallah. His name is Jassim."
Dia senyum lagi. Rasa macam mimpi pulak.
Betilkah apa yang sedang dia hadapi ini?
Lupa seketika serabut dalam kepala.
Sebelum berpisah...
"Please take this." dia menyerahkan sebuah tasbih digital berwarna hitam
"But I have nothing in return." riak wajahnya serba salah.
"La' La'. All you need to do is pray for me. In shaa Allah anti minassoliheen. Please pray for me, okay? And do use the tasbih."
Dia diam tak terkata. Terbejat habis semua kata-kata.
"Syukran."
"Afwan. ma'a salaamah."
"wailalliqa'.." Dia menggalas beg dan turun
.
 
Allah.
hadiah apakah ini?
Dia tak mungkin mengerti,
tanpa cerah ilmu Ilahi.

Allahumma faqihna fiddeen.