bismillah.

once a upon a time there was a little man, who lived alone on the turnip farm. he was alone, he was happy but he felt alone. soon, he met a very sweet girl. and they got married. after a few years, the farm was surrounded with little kids playing on the farm, tugging the turnips and disturbing the animals. it was a lively sight. the little man and his lady would silently watch their children through the window, sipping their hot cup of tea without sugar. as they grew older, the children were thought by their father, the farmer about the dream that he and his wife once had about the farm. how their turnips would be the best turnips in town. and people from far and wide would travel thousands of miles just to get a taste of their ever so succulent turnips. and so, the father and his lady thought the children the knowledge to plant good turnips, how to take care of them and weed them, water them and later harvest them which he got from a very wise man who traversed the world in search of a person with great interest and determination in planting turnips. it was invaluable knowledge indeed as they would later find out that through hard work, preserverence and tawakkaltu alAllah their turnip plantation became very successful as the most bestest and biggest turnips can only be found on that land. as time passed, the farmer and his wife became ill, and left the turnip plantation to their children.....


and so the story began....

the moral of the story being? huhu..

p/s: 6 minutes to iftar

of a makcik kecik

bismillah

bercakap2 dgn makcik kecik di suatu pagi. sambil makan2 breakfast di rumah. makcik kecik pun bertanya.

' Youu~, u tau tak kisah gunung sejinjang?'
' em..I tak tau la you, u cerita la kat i....' saya menjawab dgn ikhlas

makcik kecik pun dgn lantangnye menceritakanlah kisah puteri santubong & puteri sejinjang yang akhirnya ditukarkan oleh ayah mereka, tuan raja menjadi gunung akibat selalu sgt bergaduh.

' You rasa betul tak cerita ni?' makcik kecik sambung tanya
' I tak tau. you dengar dari mana?'
' Muallimah. muallimah cerita dlm kelas BM'
' oo..you rasa?' saya bertanya semula kpd makcik kecik
' kawan i dari kelas 3 Fatimah kata cerita ni betul. gunung tu ada kat Sarawak. U boleh tgk gunung tu dekat2' sambungnya lagi tanpa menjawab soalan saya
' yeke? em..i rasa cerita2 ni mcm cerita org2 Melayu zaman dulu. mcm cerita si tanggang, ngan cerita batu belah batu betangkup...'
' you, i tak ingat la cerita dia..' makcik kecik mencelah

maka saya pun menceritakan la cerita si tanggang dgn ringkas.

' ok you, i da ingt dah cerita2 tu'
' snanya cerita2 ni tak betul pun.org2 zaman dulu buat2 cerita camni supaya kita jd baik. supaya kita tak gaduh2. you rasa cerita batu belah batu bertangkup tu betul2 ke dia boleh makan orang?' saya bertanya soalan yg jelas jawapannya untuk membuktikan hujah saya.
lepas beberapa minit berlalu, makcik kecik pun menjawab dgn seriusnya,

' I rasa boleh la you. dengan izin Allah.'


DUSH.

maka berakhirlah sesi bual2 pagi ini, dgn kata2 makcik kecik yg terus menikam ke kalbu dan penjelasan sy tentang perbezaan cerita2 dongeng ini dgn kisah2 nabi yg diberikan mukjizat oleh Allah..namun sungguh benar kata-katanya walaupun masih darjah 3.