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Memorandum

The day I've died, my pall is moving on -
But do not think my heart is still on earth!
Don't weep and pity me: "Oh woe, how awful!"
You fall in devil's snare - woe, that is awful!
Don't cry "Woe, parted!" at my burial -
For me this is the time of joyful meeting!
Don't say "Farewell!" when I'm put in the grave -
A curtain is it for eternal bliss.
You saw "descending" - now look at the rising!
Is setting dangerous for sun and moon?
To you it looks like setting, but it's rising;
The coffin seems a jail, yet it means freedom.
Which seed fell in the earth that did not grow there?
Why do you doubt the fate of human seed?
What bucket came not filled from out the cistern?
Why should the Yusaf "Soul" then fear this well?
Close here your mouth and open it on that side.
So that your hymns may sound in Where- no-place!
Schimmel, Annemarie. Look! This Is Love: Poems of Rumi.
Boston, Mass.: Shambhala Publications, 1991.


This is for the late Arwah Shuhaib bin Abdul Salam and Arwah Achmad. Once a very close friend of mine during sec school days. His death which came out in the Berita Harian like 2 mths ago really shocked me because it was all of a sudden and also at a young age. Tho we only spent bout 3 yrs in school together after that which he pursued religious studies. There was lots of memories, the fun in sec school days, all the jokes, fights, troubles we got into everything was memorable. When he went for studies in Johor, thats where we lost contact. Regret that is was incumbent on me to get the late Shuhaib to contact me.
Lat time saw him when he was interview from Channel News Asia regarding his education in Pesantrian Indonesia due to the 9/11 incident and so how indirectly was he affected too. Personally I m proud of him, the sacrifice he made in pursuing religious studies.
His death was at the holy Madinah, where he was taking his degree in Islamic studies. He was hit by a car so I assume that would be an instant death. Yes he is at a young age and future prospect of becoming an Alim(ustad). I regret deepest for not putting effort in contacting him. May you rest in peace my mate, Shuhaib. Ameen.

Last week, got a call from my mate, the minute I heard his voice I knew something was not right and it was for real. Achmad was involved in a tragic accident. Died instantly. Used to work wit him back during SIA engineering days. Very humble, funny friendly mate. Always putting on a smile. I was at the hospital seeing arwah Achmad for the last. Lots of his friends were there. That day opened up some chapters fer me. Mawt. Every soul will taste death. For me its just the beginning. A new life, life where we Muslims are told to be prepared for it. Always agreed on this. But the sudden of death that struck keep me on my foot. You may not noe when or where it will happen. It happens under the will of God. Therefore I really feel we should always be wary of it. Sometimes I used to go out without kissing my parents hands, but now I felt this must feeling in me. Having enemies in this world is just nothing but ongoing problems that would lead to all kinds of disaster.
I use to be the very cold type back then. Arrogant look and approach to everyone even tho that person has done nothing. Thinking back again, it’s a shame. Working on this. But sometimes its just the expressions on my face that ppl thought that I m arrogant. No I m not. I don’t do fake smile either and most of the time I m always serious or thinking bout something. Ongoing thinker not a tripper! Niwae I ve done what I should and hence should not cast aspersions on. There’s something in my head and its got back to me. There are things that I regret like being called an arrogant wreck. There s nothing that I can do for counterparts and bleeding hearts and all the things that fall apart for you. I could deny but I ll never realize I m just chasing rainbows all the time.
Bitter end.