Ibu Bapa

Khutbah jumaat tadi ada mnceritakan pasal jasa pada ibu dan bapa. Aku teringat masa aku kecik2 dulu, in fact masa aku dah besar ni pon, mak aku selalu suruh aku anta lauk rumah nenek aku yg terletak around 100 meter dari rumah aku.

Biasanya aku gi jalan kaki je. Secara jujurnya, aku masa tu memang agak fed up jugak la dengan benda tu. Sebab, kadang2 tgh sedap2 tido, kena kejut sebab kena gi anta lauk.

Tapi sekarang bila pikir balik, jangan kenyang kalau mak bapak lapar x boleh makan. pendek kata, jangan mati selagi x berjasa pada mak bapak. Setahu aku, ada hadis Rasulullah yg menceritakan bahawa, antara orang yg paling rugi, ialah orang yg sempat hidup bersama ibu bapanya, tapi x dapat masuk syurga sebab berjasa pada ibu bapa. Maaf aku x igt exact hadis dan mafhumnya dan sanat dan bagai.

Alhamdulillah, aku dibesarkan oleh ibu dan bapa yg sangat pentingkan jasa pada ibu bapa masing2. Aku x nak cerita kisah mereka. Aku ada reasong aku sendiri. Dan, secara x lansung, yg mak aku slalu suruh aku anta lauk tu, telah buat aku terbiasa, dan x lengkap aku pikir kalau mak ayah kita x makan lagi, kita makan melantak. I mean, perut ibu yg telah mengandungkan kita tu, tangan yg bertahun-tahun memeluk kita, jangan kita buat perut tu lapar dan tangan itu menekan perut.

Alahai. Kalau aku nak pikir balik, sedih plak. Aku tahu, bukan lah aku ni anak yg perfect. Pesanan simple, "gi sekolah belajar elok2" tu pun aku x penuhi sepenuhnya. Bagus adam... bagus..

AOL.

Multi Level Marketing

Bukannya aku x suka MLM, aku ok je.. No hal bro, but please, walaupun aku bukan seorang yang sibuk dan tak guna masa sepenuhnya, x bermaksud aku x construct masa aku sehari-hari.. dan x bermakna aku ada masa untuk dengar benda yang bertentangan dengan fahaman aku.. u wanna promote, make it short and sharp.. i dont have all day... and dont force me, at the end...

aku diajar untuk tidak mentuhankan duit.. bila orang mintak duit, tgk akaun, dapat hidup ke x, kalau dapat hidup, bagi je la.. x ke mana pon duit tu.. pegi akhirat jadi investment ada la... dan kalau org x nak bayar pon, so what, as long as x affect aku punya financial, ok la... ingat, rezeki tu dari Allah.. bukan org.. Allah top up la kalau x cukup.. He will manage the way.. asal jangan dok dlam bilik ingat duit jatuh dari siling dah la.. tu bangang..

i mean, come on.. my dream car so far is MyVi.. what do u expect from me?? ingat aku akan excited dengan tawaran pakai Bugatti dalam 5 tahun? hahaha.. wrong guy.. dan org miskin x smestinya yg paling teruk, dan yg kaya x semestinya yg paling bagus.. its okay to be rich.. x kan la, "adam, dah Allah bagi aku duit, ingat aku boleh hantar balik ke langit?".. ye la, cuma x perlu la pakai 3 iPhone 5s dan 2 BB..

there is a reason why i study and fight for physics and not business.. because i fight for education and my brain... a businessman pakai kereta Lamborghini.. ustaz yg aku respect gila pon pakai proton Wira, physics punya head of department pakai kereta Hyundai Matrix... now, try explain the equation Fb=W=(rho)gV.. kita semua ada kurang ada lebih.. cherish it..

and dude, when i say i have my own opinion, that means, i have my own issue and priciple about life and money... yes, money can buy happiness, so do ibadah, good friends, great efforts, ideas, hardwork, family, sports, education.. kenapa nak kejar yang satu tu?

a stupid kid, tak pernah dapat walaupun D atau C pon untuk matematik, belajar rajin2, push his own limit, dan final exam dapat A.. melompat smpai lupa orang sekeliling, sanggup nangis depan kawan2.. that is happiness.. try to buy that same happiness with your money..

i respect ur opinion, so do respect mine... u can correct me whenever i m wrong...

A Friendly Man Inside

Every man has this friendly little guy lives in their body. We just never thought that a strong heartless guy cant give you a friendly support just when you need one.

I tried that. Many times. I told my problems to my arrogant and senseless friend. He gave me a good advice. I told my problems to my casanova, body building friend who seems like, has no attention in helpin any guys at all. He gave me a good advice. I told my problems to my shy and quiet friend. He gave me a good advice.

Evry person on earth has been through different challenges in life. That is one of the reasons why we r different. And we have our own solution to different problems. Cherish our differences. AOL

Friendship

my friend has this girl yg dia tak kenal, tak tahu nama, tak tahu asal usul, tak tahu siapa pompuan tu.. yg dia tahu, cuma muka pompuan tu yg dia igt sebab dia berkenan masa tgh makan kat satu food court.. that day, i said that i wanna help, but he said, kalau jodoh tak kemana. few days before leaving KL for maybe forever, my friend ckp nak cari that girl dlam nada main2.. then i told him, "even if that means kita kena stay kat kawasan tu, pusing sampai pagi sbb nak cari pompuan tu, aku sanggup bro.. sebab kita kawan."

Makan-makan di William's Corner

so, sekarang aku kerja di UIA sebagai staf sementara.. budak part time la... its been a very amzing week. sebab budak baru dah msuk.. hahhaha.. budak12 semangat mahu meneroka alam universiti.. ok ok.. hahaha

so, the story goes like this, i stayed her with my other 2 friends, Amar and Pijai. this final week, we decided nak makan kat Williams Corner.. best jugak la makanan kat situ.. so, we invited along others la.. Faiq and Zharef.. it was great.. the food la...

so, before we arrived at the restaurant, we kinda lost la.. hahahha.. masalah bila x paham GPS dan peta yg complicated.. hahahaha.. we sesat dah masuk taman lain plak.. so, bila sesat we stopped at this small factory around that area.. bincang dulu.. seconds later this indian guy was about to open the gate of that factory... that guy was kinda creepy, and nampak cam KL gangster kau.. hahahaha. but then i remembered this advice given by Jesse from the TV Series 'New Girl'.. hahaha. dia ckap "You always see the bad in people. people are nice.."

so, aku pon, ckp kat diorang, eh, tanya la brother tu. tanya kat mana williams.. aku siap nak keluar tingkap kreta lagi.. so, pijai dan yg lain pon tegur that guy dan aku do the talking.. hahaha.

"bang, williams corner kat mana bang?"

"eh, williams? mau makan ka?"

"ah ya. nak makan."

"oh, yang tu kat tman mayang. ikut saya la."

dia pon start motor dia.. we was like, eh, x payah la, susah-susah plak dia ni. then kitorang pon ikut la, dlam kreta memang kitorang dok ckp cam, x sangka la laki tu baik gila, bwak kitorang gi tempat makan tu sebab tempat tu jauh.. well, we never know what inside a man's heart.. terharu bro.. hahahaha

around 10 minutes later kitorang sampai dan makan2... kenyang gila bapak kau... hahahaha... dan malam tu jumpa Nurul Syuhada Nurul Ain... (panjang kot nama dia).. dia pakai tudung la.. and we had our last dinner with zharef.. sbb dia nanti gi gombak, kitorang g kuantan...

ok.. xiao.. AOL

LESSON OF THE DAY:
muka ganas x semestinya orangnya x baik.. we never know what is in other man's heart... and trust me, everyone has this dark side and bright side.. ada la part dia baik tu.. trust it...

Jamuan Group dan Birthday Afzan

oh my god.. Allahuakbar.. it was super exciting.. it was 10 may 2013.. our class planned on having a jamuan klas... so, aku ngan 2 org kawan aku planned the jamuan klas.. memang pening.. i gotta admit that.. sbb, the jamuan was suppose to be the biggest yet sbb ni last sem kitorang kat UIA PJ... dan kitorang memang nak something yg besar la kan.. and my friends memang harapkan aku utk buat this jamuan.. at first aku mcam nak ignore je jamuan ni and suh kwan aku si pijai yang handle... hahahaha.. tgk2 pijai ni berkeras jugak x nak handle.. aku kesian jugak kat diorang, so aku rela handle.. dan aku serah kat amar ngan kutai utk handle.. they did very well..

so, tiba la hari jamuan.. so, its like this.. kitorang decided utk sambut birthday sorang kwan aku ni masa jamuan.. kitorang nak wat surprise dan nak wat something memorable utk cherish for coming years.. hahahah.. so, kitorang nak surprise fahmi dan target kitorang nak dia nangis terharu.. muahahahaha

so, sehari sebelum jamuan tu, kitorang gi kedai beli kertas mahjong atau majong.. aku pon x tau mcam mana eja.. hahaha. beli marker.. malam tu, gi bilik faiq buat biggest birthday card in the history of UIA PJ.. hahahaha.. so, mlam tu, byangkan, 5 kertas majong kitorang gabung making it one long piece of majong paper.. hahaha.. tulis SELAMAT HARI LAHIR AFZAN pastu kertas yg kelima tu kita lukis gamba dia.. hahaha.. historic and epic..

keesokan, lepas makan, suppose kitorang main game dan wat somekind of freeze flash mob la skit.. tgk2 things got out of control bila kita start main baling belon isi air.. hahahahha.. pastu afzan pon balik sbb cam dah x de pape kat jamuan tu dan hari makin lewat.. maka x sempat la nak wat surprise.. hahahaha.. deviate the plan...

so, kitorang yg stay pon wat video ucapan.. i.Allah  aku akan upload kat youtube video ucapan kitorang skali ngan reaksi afzan kat video tu... lpas abis wat video, kitorang balik dan aku edit video skit pastu surprise dia kat bilik dia...

oh ya, kitorang amik satu kotak yg agak besar dan isi semua hadiah yg kitorang nak bagi kat afzan..benda kecik2 je.. maggi, coklat, biskut, baju, kiub pati maggi..hahaha. benda2 mengarut.. all in one box. . pastu malam tu gi blik dia dan wat surprise kat blik dia je.. hahahaha..

so, camtu la... dan akhirnya, dia x nangis.. hahahaha.. x pe... asalkan dia happy and everyone yg dpt join tu rasa happy dan terharu.. serius aku ckp, aku yg plan pon nak nangis.. rmai la kwan aku yg ckp trharu bila dpt join skali... its good to make someone happy...

ok xiao.. thats it.. be kind to one another.. Allahuakbar.. AOL

SMAC 2013

Hello.

well, here is the deal. skrang ni kolej aku sedang ada somekind of sports day. ni adalah sports event terbesar kat centre for foundation studies ni. at first i was not excited bout it. i mean, come on la. aku bukannye jenis yang suka sgt sukan ni kan. hahaha.. aku pulak bukan jenis suka tgk org bersukan.. hahahaha. u know me la kan. haha..

so, kali ni. sukan kali ni is a bit different. sbb ramai org yang aku kenal involve dgn benda ni. well, budak kelas aku ni ramai yg jenis bersukan and stuff. dan yes, kelas aku adalah antara yan paling ramai budak bina badan. hahahhaa. aku rasa kerdil dlam klas aku. hahaha. come on la..

game pertama yang mnarik minat aku ialah game takraw. game ni awal2nya aku igt sorang je budak klas aku masuk. pastu bila aku gi match diorang bru aku tau ada dua org klasmate aku masuk. rasul ngan atif. aku sampai tu diam agi, pastu bila dah start game diorang, aku tgk betapa hebat diorang main dan sokongan kwan2 aku.. hahahaha, aku excited bodoh... hahahaha.. memang sokongan kitorang bg agak kuat la... persatuan aku PRESSS. pre-science students society. in terms of famous, presss x de la famous bapak sgt.. tapi sukan memang kitorang agak kuat la. hahahaha.. ni la orang panggil excited bodoh.. LOL.

malam ni plak tgk futsal.. hebat gila la presss. main aye jah sek yo..menang bergaya. dan sokongan memang mantap la td. LOL.. aku lepak ngan budak bioscience td. x pegi kat physical science. kat situ panas.. hahahaha.. tapi tmpat budak physical memang gila la.. sokongan memang kuat. cheh. hahahahaha.

so, masa menang takraw tu memang excited, even menang nombor 3 je, gangsa. but best la... aku rasa macam KOT plak.. (KOT= kejohanan olahraga tahunan). KOT skolah faris petra dulu.. pergh kot dulu memang legend la.. aku rasa mcam nak wat post khas utk describe KOT je. hahahaha..

ok xiao... Allahuakbar

Cuti Raya Cina.

ok, i think its a bit late utk aku crita pasal kisah aku punya cuti raya cina, but, just go with it la.. hahaha..

ok camni, masa cuti raya cina yg lepas, utk taun 2013, aku balik kampung. i was still at PJ, CFS UIA.. nice place.. LOL. ok. so, when i was at PJ, i called my bro tnya dia, camna cuti ni, should i go back or not? and he told me to ask my mother. so i pon called my mother and she said that i have to come back sbb my cousin was gettin married.. i was actually agak berat jugak nak balik sbb, kalau boleh nak relax kat PJ and jalan2 pusing KL sbb final sem kat PJ.. but kalau balik pon ok je sbb i havent gone home for soooo long kan.. so, i decided to go back.. balik rumah manis rumah.

when i arrived home, dah tau dah ada byk projek, kwan2 family and me myself. so, the next day after i arrived home, my friend texted me tanya balik ke x.. i told him i balik dan he asked la nak hang out ke x.. aku ok je.. i missed him anyway, so ok laaa... that day i was kinda busy, sbb my cousin gettin married.. so, that day, kitorang(my family) went to her house for the preparation la.. that day memang busy sgt..

then, i got a called from capik, told me that dia nak ke KB dan wanna stay a night kat my house.. aku ok je, sbb rumah aku ni cam rumah kedua capik.. hahahaha.. its nice la ada someone teman aku.. memang la aku ada abang tapi bukan seusia.. i share my prob mostly with someone about my age.. so, ak pon tidor berteman la malam tu, sbb aku memang byk benda nak crita kat capik and kitorang malam tu we talked... and the next day tu la ada open house kat rumah sepupu aku yg lain.. lepas capik balik aku pon pegi umah spupu aku sbb open house tu pagi. and then lepas tu aku keluar ngan kwan aku yg ajak aku keluar tu.. yg text aku..

then aku pon keluar la dgn kawan aku tu. nizam.. just call him nije la.. so, kitorang keluar KB mall sbb masa tu nak teman dia cari transistor ke capacitor, aku pon x igt. bahasa elektronik dia.. hahaha.. kitorang keluar cari bendalah tu... mula2 try kat KB mall.. hahaha.. stupid place utk cari bnda tu.. smbil2 makan burger king.. and kitorang memang slalu gurau2 gay.. hahaha.. please, aku x gay, aku sgt straight.. sangat straight.. sangat... cuma bila dok skolah asrama ni memang friendship tu lain skit la.. dan its very nice utk hang with him la.. supposingly, kitorang pergi machang, sbb ada futsal yg budak2 laki batch kitorang buat, tapi aku x pegi, so dia pon x pegi jugak..awww.. hahahaha.. x tau la sbb tu tak.. huhu..

yg hari my cousin punya wedding tu memang busy x igt... hahaha.. hari tu jugak ada futsal yg dianjurkan oleh budak KEX.. aku memang nak involve dgn futsal tu sbb tu futsal charity and that charity was for Gaza and Syria.. so, that day, around 1 i sneak out from that wedding, yg aku kena jadi JONG KAKO (i donno the proper word for this).. and called Scha for the details futsal. jalan jem gila tapi pegi jugak... and then sampai sana, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... hepi gila sbb bleh jumpa budak kex 11, asaki.. lama gila x jumpa.. i miss them sooo much.. mejar, rais, azim, shahir, kerul, kamal, and ramai agi... and aku masa tu memang rush la.. smpat berbual sikit je ngan my President, Mr Azim.. i miss him and memang aku nak berbual panjang ngan dia.. but sbb ari tu memang rush kan.. so x sempat sgt la... pegi pon dengan pakai baju yg mengarut.. hahaha.. Scha tanya, "adam, you wear this to your cousins wedding?" hahahaha.. Scha, i bukan yg jenis fancy.. LOL..

so tu la cuti aku.. lambat bru nak crito.. hahaha.. but i tell this story sbb i want my friends to know yg aku appreciate them.. i really miss u guys yg dah lama x jumpa.. its nice to have them around.. and I m very thankful to Allah for giving me such cool friends in my life...huhu.. ok.. ciao... salam sayang.. LOL.. Allahu akbar

THE LETTER - part 1

A father wrote his daughter 10 letters before he dies.

LETTER 1

Dear Aishah,

            Assalamualaikum, my love. I know u do not expect this letter to come to you, now that I am not together with you anymore. I told your uncle Jonathan to do this for me. I want to write you 10 letters, in shaa Allah, if I manage to finish these letters before I die, u will get them. Each will be given to you every month. Like your monthly subscription magazines. Hahaha. I am sorry. I will be more serious.

            Aishah, I wrote this letter to you because I want you to know more about me. I want to share my world with you.  When I was young and healthy, I never had a chance to do that. Now, I am old and weak, I never had a courage to do that. I know I am a bad father. I do not blame you for what u did. It is because I did not play my role as a father very well. I am so sorry.

            In this letter, I want to tell you, how your mother and I met. I know it may get weird, awkward and stuff because it is your parent's love story, but honey, bear with it. I want you to know how me and your mother met and fall in love. It may not be a romantic love story, but I will never forget about it.

            It was 22 years ago, when your mother and I was still in college. My friend invited me to a party at Daytona Beach. It was his physics class party and nearly 50 people were there. I am sorry to tell you, but I was wild and crazy back in the nineties. Hahaha. I was not a Muslim, I did not know about halal and haraam in Islam. Florida is a wild place, honey. I drank beer and had a great night. Laughed and danced with my friends.

            Your mother was one of my friend's classmates. She was this nice girl, did not want to get drunk and sat at the beach alone. I saw her crying, alone at the beach. I do not know why I went to her and sat beside her. I guess Allah wanted me to meet this awesome girl. So, I sat next to her and said "I don't know why you are crying and who made u cry, but if I could, I would make him cry too". Aishah, it was a corny line but anyway, at least she smiled. There were lots of other small talks following the conversation. She told me that she was a social misfit, physics geek, nerd and did not know how to blend in with others. Aishah, for once in my life, I felt peace and happiness resting and singing in my head when I talk to a girl. I talked to hundreds of girls before, it was never the same. She was a nice girl, such a sweetheart.

            The next morning I woke up and the first thing that made me smile while having my coffee was the picture of your mother in my head. I kept on asking myself, "Who is  that girl? and what has she done to me?".

            Only a week later, I went to a diner near our college to have some dinner with my friends. When I sat, I saw a miracle happened right before my eyes. Your mother was the waitress. I saw her walking to our table, and my heart just started beating faster. Your mother's silky blonde hair, fair skin, silver blue eyes and gorgeous smile just made me go nuts. She took our orders and left the table after she gave a very beautiful smile to me that just took my breath away.

            We both knew that we missed each other, but I was with my friends. I got half the football team with me. Aishah, your mother would never talk to me when I am with my friends, let alone my football friends. Me on the other hand, was very stupid for not going to her and make my move.

            Since that wonderful day, I went to the diner everyday for my dinner. What a desperate dude your father was. Haha. Sometimes, I even waited for your mother to finish her shift and walk her home. I was crazy about her, and do not get me wrong here, Aishah. I have met hundreds of women, but this one, is just plain awesome. She was pure and innocent.

            There was this morning, I followed your mother on a bus, disguised myself, and sat behind her. A crazy stalker am I? Do not worry, Aishah, I am a changed man. Haha. So, I sat behind her and this bus was a bit crowded, no empty seats. A few stops later, an old guy, in his sixties, dressed in his blue long sleeve top, black slack bottom in a jacket and a flat cap, holding a bouquet of flowers entered the bus. His walk was weak. The minute your mother saw him, she stood up and offered the man her seat. She was such a nice girl, and when the man sat, she spent the next ten minutes smiling at the old man. Just before he got off the bus, he gave the flowers to your mother, and I still remember, he said, "I wanted to give these to my wife, but you are very generous. I want you to have these,". He got off on the very next stop outside the local cemetery, and headed in.

            Aishah, I swear to Allah, that was the moment I decided, with no doubt, that I want to spent my entire life holding her hand, and counting days with her. Getting to know her life had changed my life and the way I think.

            Things do not always go as planned. I did not know that your mother only treat me as a close friend. In your language, it is called 'friendzone'. Yes, Aishah, I was 'friendzoned' by your mother. I did not know this until this crazy day, when I took her out for a lunch.

            "So, what is the occasion, David?"

            "Awh, come on, do I have to have a reason to take my special lady to enjoy this nice spaghetti and these half cooked, not tasty sandwiches. Katie, next time, we better not take these sandwiches, it tastes like my cooking on weekends. U know how much I love my bed on weekends."

            "Hahaha, David, don't make me laugh here, it will be embarrassing," she laughed and smiled.

            "Okay, I will just tell you the biggest hit of the afternoon. My song that I sent to the local radio station, just got on-air! They said that they love my song!"

            "Oh my god, David! Are you kidding me? This is a very good news."

            "I know, right? I have been waiting so long for this to actually happen. Who knows, the next thing I know, I will be singing together with Bon Jovi and have a dinner with Guns and Roses. Katie, life is good."

            "Oh David, I am so proud of you. You are my most amazing best friend, but of course u know I don't have many friends and I don't have..."

            "I am sorry, what did u say?"

            "You are amazing."

            "Yes, I am your amazing what?"

            "Oh, you are my most amazing best friend."

            "Best friend? I am your best friend?"

            "Yes, David, we have been together for almost a year. You are very kind and nice. I really like you and u are my best friend. Unless, if you think that I am just your ordinary friend."

            "Oh, no, not ordinary, you are. Sure, best friends, best friends sounds really good. So, do you like your spaghetti?"

            That moment, I felt really depressed and sad. It broke my heart into thousands of pieces. I could not smile for the whole day, the whole week. It was the first time ever, in my life, a girl made me cry, and yet still madly in love with her.

            I will tell you in another letter, how I got your mother's heart.

LETTER 2

            Assalamu'alaikum, Aishah, my beautiful lovely princess, how are you? I know you do not like it when I call you 'princess', but honey, that is who you are. You are, and always will be my princess. Allah knows, how much I love you, and how much I care about you.

            In this second letter, I will tell you the story, how we converted to Islam, how we found this religion of peace and love, how we found the way of life.

            It was a year after I met your mother, she moved in, lived with me. We were not married, but we lived together, a very bad thing to do, Aishah. We did not know as we were not Muslims back then.

            The story goes like this. It was your mother's 23rd birthday and I took her out for a lunch. I planned the lunch to be a simple meal at Daytona Beach, the place where your mother and I first met. Hoping that it will be a nice meal and a long conversation and an unforgettable afternoon, but Allah did his job, very well.

            "David, can u stop at the a drugstore at North Atlantic Ave, I have to fill my prescription," said your mother.

            "Great, get me some aspirin, I stayed up all night for my ledger."

            Few minutes later, a man walking on the right roadside, he tripped and fell on the side of the main road. I was shocked and I steered my wheel left to not to roll over him, but I lost control of my car and hit a car parked on the left side of the road. My head hit the mirror on my left and bled a little, and your mother had small bleeding on her head as she hit her head to the passenger dashboard. My chest hurt and I quickly got out of the car as I saw the car the we hit was badly damaged. When I got out, I saw a young girl was standing by the car, holding her ice-cream screamed "Abi! Ummi!"

            In a split second, a Caucasian man in his early thirties, dashed towards the girl and grabbed her. He handed her to a woman standing nearby. "Make her stay still! Call 911!" he shouted at the crowd.

            I did not know what to do, first thing I said was to the man was "Take my car, it is still working. The nearest hospital is the one at the Dunn Ave," straight away after that, we had the two people in the car safely in my car with the help of bystanders.

            "Katie, get the kid and meet us at the hospital, call James, ask him to get you there, I will call you as soon as I get to the hospital," I told your mother in a very hurry and panic voice. Your mother was still shocked and she nodded.

            On our way to the hospital, the man kept on telling the injured couple at the back to recite the syahadah and takbir. He took off the woman's hijab and press it on the wound to hold the bleeding, I did not understand a word they said I just kept on driving.

            In less than fifteen minutes later we arrived at the Daytona Beach Va Outpatient, the couple were dashed to the emergency room. Only Allah knows, how bad I felt about them. They were just normal parents, waiting for their daughter and I hit them hard right in front of their own daughter's eyes. I felt really terrible.

            I signed all the papers and filled the documents because I was too afraid to go to the man that was with me in the car. He seemed really sad, and I did not know that he was the younger brother.

            Few minutes later, your mother arrived with your Aunt Lisa and the daughter of the couple. That kid run towards the man and hugged him, they cried.

            "Hey, honey, how are they doing? I had Lisa drove me, it will be scary for the children to be with another stranger man, she just witnessed a terrible thing," your mother said.

            "It is okay, they are doing fine, I guess. It has been half an hour. How was the kid?"

            "She cried non-stop in the car just now. Fortunately, she did not freak out. I hugged her all the way, her body trembled and she kept on saying words in Arabic, repeatedly. They are Muslims."

            "She is a good kid. Katie, I feel terrible. This is my mistake, I hit them, they are innocent, and they are badly injured."

            "David, don't say that. This is meant to happen today. You cannot put all the blame on you."

            Silence entered, and few seconds after that, I decided to talk to the man, he sat near the entrance of the emergency room.

            "Read Al-Fatihah to Abi and Ummi 5 times, tell me when you are finished," I heard he said to the little girl.

            "Hey, umm... are you okay?" I said to him.

            "Yeah, I am." he answered with a husky voice.

            "My name is David."

            "Omar Ryan, call me Omar"

            "Omar, are you related to them?"

            "Yeah, the woman is my sister, Zahrah. The man is her husband, Yusouf"

            "Owh, look, I am really sorry about this, about what happened just now. A man fall, I avoid, lost my grip, it all happened really fast. I am really sorry about what happened to your sister and her husband. It is definitely the last thing that I wanted to happen."

            "Hey, it is okay, I am not mad at you, I am not angry at all. There is nothing that you could have done to stop this thing from happening. Allah arranged the events. He gives some benefits from every bad things that happens to us."

            "Are you sure that you are okay? Just tell me if you guys need anything. I will give you my number. I singed all the papers, everything is on me," and then I saw his face changed. He showed guilt, like he was guilty for making me pay and be included in to treatment. I really did not understand this man, his kindness was unbelievable. My heart cried. I fall in love with that man and what he did.

            "Please, Omar, it is the least that I can do to your sister and her family. Please don't stop me."

            Then, he hugged me and thanked me. I cried and hugged him tightly because his kindness and acceptance to his fate touched my heart and very rare.

            On the next day, I got a call from your Uncle Omar, he told me that his sister and her family wanted to meet me. They were in a stable condition, fully conscious and wanted to have a talk with me.

            I was really nervous. On my way there, I kept on working on my apology and finding the right words. As I arrived there, opened the door to the room, I saw the whole family was there, Uncle Omar, Uncle Yusouf and his family, and also his other two brother and sister. Everyone smiled at me.

            "Everyone, this is David. David, meet my family." Omar said.

            "Hey everyone, I guess you heard about me. Nice to meet all of you."

            "Nice to meet you too, David," and the males in the family came to me and shake hands. I, then went to Yusouf on the bed, and greet him. I sat on the chair next to his bed.

            "Humaira, come, say 'hello' to Mr. David here," Yusouf said to his daughter, Humaira, the kid I saw crying the day before. She was hiding behind his Uncle Omar, holding her small pillow. Never know that a little girl can look so cute in hijab.

            "Go, give it to Mr. David," Omar said to her. She then came to me slowly and hand me a candy. She smiled a little and I can see her blue eyes sparks. I almost cry, but I hold it, never a good idea to cry in front of sick people. We are suppose to be the strong ones for them.

            "David, before you say anything, let me get this out first. I don't blame you for the accident that happened yesterday. This is our fate. Allah, the God, is never cruel to his servants. He did this to make sure that we can meet you and you can meet us. Nothing in this world is a coincidence, David. From my heart, I don't know how else can I stress this to you, I don't blame you for the event. These cuts are not permanent, my wife told me that her muscle contusion is no biggie, but I am grateful to Allah, that you and your wife is safe. you even willing to pay for us. Our financial status at the moment is at a critical state, your help is very big for us," Yusouf told me with a husky voice. Again, I want to cry so bad, but I hold it. He was really generous.

            He added, "David, please let us pay you back."

            That was the moment, I could not hold it any longer, "Umm. I am sorry, I have to go to the washroom. Umm, I will be back in a minute."

            I burst into tears right after I closed the door. I sat on floor and cried. I really did not know why I cried too bad, but I do know one thing, that that was the moment I decided to learn about Islam. Two months later, I became a Muslim. A proud and happy Muslim.