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Pakcik Jual Keropok

Assalamua'laikum and Hi

Early this morning, my parents and I went to the National Mosque for our Umrah preparation talk held by Koperasi Muslimin together with Putra Nilai Holidays Sdn Bhd. The talk ended at 1 p.m and right after lunch and the congregational Zuhr prayer we rushed back home for Abah had a guest waiting for him- the Astro man. hehe.

While Abah was at home, Mama and I went to Jusco. Just to get some food stocks for breakfast- fresh milk, wholemeal bread, garlic bread and few other types of bread (bread is like finger food- food easily picked using finger- in the morning. hehe) Then we stopped by at KFC , Mama was longing for some cheezy wedges.

Then, incident of the day happened. The Pakcik Jual Keropok was there. A middle aged man. Dark crippled skin, caused by excessive exposure under the sun, nothing near to my Abah although he's already in his 5o's. Tired face. Looking at us,with high hope that we would buy his keropok.

He walked across our car and showed his packs of keropok. I couldn't look at him from near for I know I would have asked him to sell me all of his keropok. Kesian tgk dia...But I couldn't, because all there is in my handbag was the money I need for the week, till my pay day. So, I ignored and stared at my shoes (as if I didn't see him). Mama felt uncertained too. She doesn't want the keropok, but she couldn't bear to see the Pakcik's face. Yet, she stayed quite like a stone.

As I got into KFC to get some cheezy wedges, I saw the Pakcik's face looking at me. Guilt was all over and I asked myself, "Ya ALLAH..Kenapa la susah sangat nak tolong orang?" Yes, why is it so hard for me to help the Pakcik? What is wrong with me? Padahal baru je dengar talk about Umrah, pahala sedekah. Where have all my senses go?

While waiting for the wedges to be ready, I took some time to think and reflect again on my actions:

1. Kenapa tak tengok muka Pakcik? Sebab rasa bersalah.
2. Allah lembutkan hati aku untuk bantu Pakcik, but why am I so stubborn? Taknak tolong orang yang memerlukan. (saya patut dilempang...)
3. Allah showed me the way to help others, but why am I ignoring it?

etc.

Tak sanggup menjadi "ignorer", I went out and bought 1 pack of his keropok. And in an instant... He raised his hand and made a doa'. Ya Allah..this time I was really touched. The Pakcik cried while he said his do'a. He felt so thankful to Allah that someone bought his keropok. He needed to the money for his kids. I was... overwhelmed by the situation. Speechless and almost join his cries, but I kept the tears at the back of my eyes. He even made do'a for us (Mama and I). I've never faced this situation, I was dumbfounded for few seconds...Ya Allah, ade orang doakan untuk aku, ape yang patut aku lakukan? Doa yang ikhlas dari hati, mata yang basah kerana mensyukuri nikmat Allah. MashaAllah. Stunning!!

The Pakcik taught me to be thankful.. and made me to realize that "NikmatMu menggunung tinggi, melebihi murkaMu, Ya Allah". The nikmah to help others in need and rezeki itu pemberian Allah. Allah gave me the rezeki so that I can share it with others too. No matter how much there is in the purse, there is still some part of it for those who needed. Bcoz Allah said so.

Relieved that I chose the best =)




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