Sorang Papan Tarik Papan

If you ask me what's my favourite Pantun, I will read;

Sorong papan tarik papan
Buah keranji di atas perahu
Suruh makan saya makan
Suruh mengaji saya tidak mahu

Why I like this pantun so much, because it represents ME.
During my primary school years.
I never khatam Al-quran...officially
But I did unofficially probably when I was in my secondary school.
Well, sangat rugi kan...siapa suruh, time kecil kecil kena hantar mengaji, sekejap saja...lepas tu malas...ahh now I know, memang dari kecil Syaitan suka sangat sama aku...but hopefully nowadays they don't. Amin.
I hardly remember when was the first time my father send me to kelas mengaji.
But I remember I went to kelas mengaji couple of times...probably twice tiem with the same guru mengaji.
My first guru mengaji was Mama Heni. His an Indonesian. Indonesians are good when it comes to mengaji.
We called her Mama Heni, because she has a daughter name Heni.
I went to Mama Heni's house for kelas mengaji with my sister. But my sister, did khatam the Al-Quran. As for me, I only attended the class for couple of days...lepas tu, malas sudah..hampeh punya budak!
And guess what, apart from my father (whom according to my maklong, the only one who khatam the Quran in his family) who khatam and able to recite the Quran very well, my sister is the only one who khatam the Quran among us.
Then, soon after I was at the age of 10 or 11, my father send me again to kelas mengaji. I finished my Muqaddam kecil, then when it came to the Quran, I didn't attended the kelas again. Macam biasa, malas.
I remember one evening (and I think I will remember this for the rest of my life), my father never speak in a hard voice to me, but that evening, at 3 pm, he called my mother, and I was the one who picked up the phone, my father was shocked, because he said "Aik, bukan pergi mengaji ka..?", and I replied "Tidak"...the moment I said "TIDAK", that's when my father's voice became hard, he said "KENAPA tidak pergi mengaji?", because I was so SCARED, I hung-up the phone. That's it. I couldn't believe my father would talked that hard to me. Hmm
Then, when I was at Primary 5, I didn't know what fuelled me to enrol the Sekolah Agama.
For couple of days I was so motivated, but then, hmm, again macam biasa, the motivation just MATI...I didn't know why...actually I know why. For 2 reasons;
1) I HATE those boys that making fun of me. I HAVE NO IDEA, kenapalah budak-budak lelaki itu matched me with this boy, sudah tidak ingat siapa nama dia...Grrr, I felt so pissed off. But just because I put this reason as number one, doesn't mean this is the MAIN REASON
2) This is the main reason. I was kecil hati (actually the best words to describe my feeling that time was MARAH and BENCI) with this one person (he was an arwah already) who said bad things about my father. I just didn't like what he said to me about my father. That's the reason why I didn't like the school and decided not to attent it anymore...I never tell anyone about this...but now that he already passed away, I don't mind and I forgive him, after all he's only a human being right..just like me :)
3) Malas :)
But Alhamdulillah as I entered the Secondary school, I slowly opened up and started to pick up the Quran once again...thanks to Almighty Allah s.w.t
Now, that I am 26 years old, one of my life's goal is to learn Quran...It's a matter of time before I achieve it.
I have a strong BELIEVE, that my good intention will come true...it's a matter of time...
I just need to BELIEVE
Amin :)
If you ask me did I regret? No, because I was so young and stupid that time...But I thank God, for the "light"
Haha...I hope if  you read this post, you will not misinterpret it as being SHOW OFF or riak...
This is just another transformation, which I believe everyone will experienced.
There are so many things that I need to learn as a Muslim. I think this is the right time to explore Islam, which I've failed to explore because I spend most of my previous times, reading other knowledge books...
Wish me all the best and do pray for me :)