We have to stop at the next station,"suggested my friend.We haven't pray yet.
Ya,for sure..'I added.With the crowd in the train, we really couldn't even breathe properly..sort of..I'm going back to my house in Bangi having 5 days holiday( felt relieved..)but that day turned out to be a bit miserable at first but an interesting journey at the end..
It all started when we first get off the train at Bandar Tasik Selatan.We walk in searching for the musolla but it turn out to be a 'no musolla' when we asked a girl working at one of the small shops there.We didn't loose our hope.We walk and try to ask a guy.
Alhumdulillah, that is what I want to hear.
"there is a musolla across the road,you have to walk to the other side,told the guy.
After a thank to him, we make our move across the road anxiously as our watch turn to 20 minutes to 7.After performing our prayer, we stop a while at the shop to buy some
food as we haven't ate any that afternoon.
We are waiting for the next train while eating our bread when a group of teenagers appeared and just messing around.They also tried to play a fool with us that make me really not in a good mood that time.
My friend try to calm me that time.'be patient,they just being a bit naughty..'
A few minutes later,our train arrived but it seems that we couldn't fit in it,ya,its true,we didn't fit at all,with the crowd inside and the crowd outside,we nearly been push and fell before we can even enter the train..
Suddenly,my mind just rotating and thought..this is not right..why is this day become miserable?my friend tabbed me to the present.
'its maghrib,lets pray..
I was thinking that somehow i didn't even heard the call of prayer..Astaghfirullah'We went back to the musolla and prayed.Just then I found the answered to my question..
'Do the people think that they will be left alone on saying
'We believe,' and that they will not be tested?'
'i think we can't make it there after isya..look at the people waiting for the train..'my friend told me.I called my mum to tell about the delay. When we come back to the waiting area,the people was still as many when we left for the Maghrib prayer..What makes me sad is that it is Maghrib but why the musolla is not as crowd as the waiting area?Are they forget the important of prayers?the purpose of their life?
Some of them just can play around playing jokes rather than answering the prayer.If only they knew it.
'The life of this world is nothing but a pastime and play!It is the life of the hereafter that is the true life,if they knew it'
We missed our second train just then..
I was murmuring to myself when I accidentally bumped into a girl and this is where the interesting story begin..I did make some converse with the girl that introduce herself with a name mardhiah,kak mardhiah,I supposed cause she is 4 years older than me.
Ka Mardhiah was also on her way to the UKM..(the same destination as me).
Visit my brother.'she answered when I asked her purpose going to UKM.It seems that Kak Mardhiah just had the same situation as me,she missed the train too..
After introducing each other,I know that the person I'm talking with is a 'gynecologist to be'..Wow,a job that now days women are rarely in it.'Maybe someday I will see you.'She nodded smiling before answering' Insya Allah..if I could make it for my practical exam with flying colours.'We laughed.
Without feeling the time goes fast,my watch shows 10 minutes to 9 when the third train arrived,unfortunately,we didn't make for that train either..feeling a bit disappointed,we make our way to the bench nearby and sit waiting for another train..
'i think i couldn't make it...it's 9.30 and I think the meeting will be done in any hour by now'said kak mardhiah.
Oo I see,kak mardhiah is going for a meeting and she thought that may be she can pay a visit for her brother..
'Don't you wish to see your brother,may be the next train will bring the luck'I suggested.
'I think i can have another try..but this will be the last.I have work to do tomorrow..'When the next train come,we didn't have any chance to even step forward for the train when a number of people just crash into the crowd in the train.
Shorten my story,kak Mardhiah went back to her hostel feeling tired( i couldn't imagine how sad she felt when she called her brother to cancel her journey)
So,that leave me with my friend looking hope for our next train(hope it would be the last one we wait)...
And alhumdulillah..it is although it is a bit crowded but we felt relieved as we didn't have to wait for another train..or may be we have to cancel it...
We arrived at the UKM exactly 15 past ten..my father fetched me there feeling worried but I explained the whole thing.
After I settled my thing,I am ready for my long nap before my phone beep..it was a message from Kak Mardhiah asking how my journey..
I reply with a smile.' alhumdulillah,I'm safely home after 5 train missed..(giggle)ukhwah fillah'
'Nice knowing you..Study smart,pray for my success..ukhwah fillah.'she replied.
The beautiful of ukhwah in islam,it just seem that I've known her for a long time..
Dedicate to Kak Mardhiah..nice meeting you..may our short meeting will left a long lasting ukhwah in our heart.
My journey really didn't waste any because I met a new friend..
'Surely with every difficulty there is relief'