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Saturday, April 5, 2008 Salam dear readers. I am practically down this days. Firstly, i did not make it to Poly. Which really sucked big time. But thanks to NuRool and others, im feeling much better. Anyway, the real reason im feeling extremely down-hearted was because of yesterday. Lets begin. This man was a silent mentor, a quiet motivator, a true Muslim. A man who believed that anyone could read the Quran. He managed to get a Vietnamese to complete reading the Quran within 2 years when others gave up on him. SubhanALLAH. I first got to know him at the young age of around 6-7 years where i was always running around in the mosque, sleeping at the side when i feel like it and have always wanted to read the Quran eventhough i dun noe how! The older people would shut me off by letting me read maybe 1 line of the Quran and then i would just have to listen to them reading, which made me sleep. But then this man was different, he allowed me to read my heart out, correct my mistakes softly, sincerely and teached me again and again without flinching or without a SIGH. He believed that one day, i would be able to read the Quran properly and correctly and i did. Of course my reading is not perfect but i can now confidently read the Quran. And thanks to his patience. He was my unofficial guru. We made a great Quran reading team during Ramadhan, each complementing each others reading. Coolly correcting each other's mistakes. But then yesterday, was the day that is one of the saddest of my life so far. As i entered his room, there he was, in front of me, hunched over, needing oxygen to help him breathe. The man who once taught me is now fighting a lonely battle against LUNG CANCER. And all i could do was sit and watch him cough, struggle with his breathing. I wish i could sincerely do more for him. Tears started flowing as soon as he started speaking. I could not help myself to see such a person crumbling but with that kind of spirit to keep on fighting. But i have the deepest respect fo him. Everytime he coughed or felt pain, he would just repeat that its a test from ALLAH. He could still smile, look directly in my eye and say, "we make a great team". He still managed to give advises but the most touching thing was that he asked for forgiveness! How humble can a person be. As i type this out, the images of him are still vividly etched in my mind. As i kissed his hand leaving him to fight his battle, i still remember the time i was 6 and reading in front of him. Even at this point of time, his eyes had the same sparkle for as long as i could remember. Mr Selamat bin Sardon, my prayers will always be with you. ALLAH is always near a sincere person like u. You have touched so many lives in front of you and you are still touching mine. *Please my dear friends, never forget what your teachers have done for you. Never Ever. |