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Salam Psipum Untuk Semua buat sahabat-sahabat Psipum Sekalian Sebagai pembuka bicara pada kali ini,penulis berharap masih tidak terlambat untuk mengucapkan selamat datang kepada adik beradik baru PSIPUM. Diharapkan dengan kemasukkan adik beradik baru PSIPUM yang terdiri daripada sahabat2 Biomed,farmasi dan radiologi PSIPUM akan bertambah seri dan istimewa buat kita semua. Ayuh sahabat kita hapuskan segala sentimen dan teruskan langkah bersama. Kali ini penulis akan berkongsi sebuah cerita yang dipetik daripada sebuah buku tulisan Zabrina A. Bakar. Artikel yang sama pernah penulis ‘post’ dalam website ini, namun bukanlah full version, namun penulis berasa terpanggil untuk merungkaikan segala permasalahan yang berlaku antara kita semua sekarang. Diharapkan artikel ini mampu meleraikan segala kekusutan dan simpulan yang wujud antara kita semua. Sebelum sahabat2 semua teruskan membaca artikel ini diharapakan kita semua dapat bayangkan wajah2 sahabat2 yang kita sayangi…insyaAllah I just arrived at my brother’s home, when I heard a loud cry from inside the house. Shocked by it, I quickly ran in and saw my nephew had fallen flat on the floor, while my sister-in-law was frantically trying to check if all his body parts are all right. What happened?” I asked, all alarmed. “The usual, sis. These two little “soldiers” were playing combat. You know, their typical stuff - kicking, boxing, running thingy. Then they pretended that they were on a wild goose chase drama. The older one was the stalker; and while chasing his brother, he ran into the wall!” she said, with her face suddenly turned all red, trying hard to control from giggling. But I failed. Immediately, I turned my face away, covered my mouth and chuckled. Astaghfirullah..bad aunty, I know This is not the first time my nephew ran into the wall. I personally had witnessed it several times. It was terrifying for me to watch, really. I feel like it was if his legs had lost all their “braking” ability and whamp! BAM! He would slam and pucker up to the wall! Every time it happened, I would jump off my seat and run towards him. Of course, after all the kissing and “blowing air” to the painful knee, nose and forehead (at times), he would get his well deserved scolding. “But it is the wall’s fault!”, he used to say when he was much younger. Then we would say “bad wall. Bad wall!” but now, I don’t think neither his mama nor I are going to say it anymore. He made me think that day. As little boy, he sure is adorable to blame the wall when he slammed into it, you agree? But would it still be cute if an adult does the same? I once heard the saying that says: “ To err is human: to blame the next guy is even more so” Yikes! Isn’t that what we call “blatant truth”? Let us ask ourselves-when we are late for meetings, forget our appointments, our examination results are disappointing, we fail to submit assignments on time, our team’s result was not up to the mark, the business sales went down, our room was in huge mass, the roasted turkey got burned, the prospect said no, the weighing scale pointer moved to the right instead of left or when 24 hours a day is not enough-what would be our immediate reactions when we slammed into all that? Wonder what would I, myself say to those incidences? Do I, as a mature adult, have my own versions of “bad walls, bad walls”? Hmmm..I sure need to think about that for a moment. Hold on..let me think.. Hold on.. Yup definitely, I would say “bad walls, bad walls”! and do I have a good collection of “bad walls, bad walls” moments I am proud of. Then I found a Japanese proverb that hit me where it hurts the most: Fix the problem, not the blame Yes, they are right don’t you think so? I supposed that this proverb is reflected well in the Japanese life philosophy and belief. The Japanese, as we have witnessed, managed to make the best comeback in the world’s history after their nation was literally flattened like a pancake in the making during 2nd World War in 1945. But they were recognize by the historians to pick up pieces and had a postwar economic miracle between 1950-1990. Bravo to them. So, with such credibility, it is obvious that we should learn from these geniuses, shouldn’t we? Instead of quickly looking for “walls” to blame at, we should fix the problem! Of course! But then, I wondered-why do I so quickly blame “the walls” when something has happened to me? This when I remembered the words of Allah, the Almighty, who said: “Truly man was created very impatient; frateful when evil touches him” ( Al-Ma’raj 70:19-20)
SubhanAllah.. He, the Almighty said, that we are very V-E-R-Y, with the capital V, impatient and fretful when any mishaps happens!. And I guess, while I was being fretful and all, my brain would quickly into an emergency mode, scanning and searching in my memory RAM database “The-what” and “the-who”, to be conveniently selected as my wall cum punching bags, right? And guess what? Robert Half was sure that we could find our punching bags: The search for someone to blame is always successful Absolutely! Even if I was walking on the street alone and tripped, I could always blame the pebbles and stones as the culprit that made me trip. Perhaps we all should take heed of this verse from our lord: “but if any one earns a fault or a sin and throws it on to one that is innocent, he carries (on himself) (both) a falsehood and a flagrant sin” (An-Nisaa’ 4:112)
Astaghfirullah..What a reminder! And it is so logical too, you agree? How can we blame people who are innocent, not guilty, not accountable and not at fault, right? It is ridiculous, right? But because we are human who are fretful, Allah has made protections for others from being harmed from people like us! So , if we still do blame others, my brothers and sisters, be assured that the sin is STILL on us.
Is that something we want?
No Astaghfirullah..
So instead of enthusiastically and passionately blaming the “walls” and letting the poor “punching bags” take the beating, shouldn’t our energy be more efficiently used if we could channel it to solving the problems, you agree?
No blaming walls. No punching bags. Just fix the problems
Ok, I totally understand now. But, I do have a fiery question here. What if, really, it was not my fault that things happened the way it did?
Really, really, really..
To that, I found that Allah has made it very clear in one of His enlightening verses:
“And whatever of misfortune befalls you, it is because of what your hands have earned. And He pardons much.” (Al-Shura 42:30)
Astaghfirullah. I must confess that this verse gave me shivers. First is the word misfortune. Misfortune brings the meaning of disaster, trouble, hardship, tragedy, failure, disappointment, displeasure, distress, trouble, and adversity.
Then, He, the Almighty said whatever, that means everything, doesn’t matter what, all, every single one, each and every one, entire, whole, total and complete, you agree?
Followed by the phrase because of my own hands, which simply means I was the one who did it, and it was my hands with ten different fingerprints which uniquely mine that did it!
So, what Allah is saying that not one misfortune that happened to me was caused by others! In fact, they all happened because what me, myself and I did it.
Ya Allah, this verse must be one of the bitterest pills for me to swallow, honestly. But the more I reflected and the pondered upon it, the more I understood the verse.
If I’m late because of heavy traffic, instead of blaming the traffic, why didn’t I leave the home early? If I could get into the dress, instead of blaming the size, why didn’t I make use of my running shoes? If I didn’t have enough time, instead of blaming the chores I have, why didn’t I prioritize? If I want a batter grade, instead of blaming the subject or teacher, why didn’t I study and revise? If I want more savings, instead of blaming the price hike, why didn’t I have to buy 10th pair of shoes?
Why? Why? Why? And why do I have to go blame someone else? Truly, I began to feel this bitter pill is dissolving and taking its effect.
So what’s the point to these strings of question I just bombarded myself with? Just one point my friend – that Allah had asked us all to go deeper into our own self before we start blaming things on someone else. Totally!
Thinking about the mishaps that my “hands had earned”, I suddenly felt so sad. Of course I would! I was the cause of the mishaps and trouble in my own life.
Let me share with you an anon story I once read about a man who was concerned about his wife.
There was once a man who felt that his wife was having a bit of a hearing problem. Trying to spare her feelings, secretly decided to meet their family doctor for advice. The doctor suggested that the husband used the easiest and oldest technique to test his wife’s problem. That technique would be able to tell the doctor of how bad is the wife’s hearing loss.
“ You have to stand 40 feet away from her and have a normal chit chat with her using your normal voice and tone. If she could not hear you, come closer to 30 feet. If she still could not hear you, do it at 20 feet and continue until she could hear you.”
“ It sounds easy” said the man delightfully. So later that day, when his wife was preparing dinner, he estimated his distance from his wife. 40feet. Yup, this is about that, he whispered to himself. “What are we having for dinner, honey?” he asked, using normal voice tone. She didn’t answer. So he came closer to 30 feet…he estimated carefully. Again, he asked “What are we having for dinner, honey?” still no response
“Wow, this is bad”, he said to himself while moving into 20 feet from the wife. Again there’s no response. He continued and become so close to her that he was just standing beside her when he asked, “honey, what’s for dinner?”
His wife turned to him and said,
“For goodness sake, for seventh time my dear. I said it CHICKEN”
I really am truly sorry for the “wives” out there whom I have thought to be “deaf” all the while when in fact, it was the other way around.
What about you, friends? Have you thought any of your wives are deaf too? Do you think you have made them suffer thinking that they are deaf whereas they knew all along that you are the one who has hearing problems? Have you kept checking your ears before pointing fingers to your wives? Wallahu’alam~
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