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Setelah sekian lama, kini aku ingin kembali dengan artikel yang seterusnya untuk semua pembaca blog ni :-) .Meskipun jarang sekali dapat aku update post dekat sini, harapnya setiap dari post aku ni dapat dimanfaatkan kelak.

Untuk post kali ni, aku nak kongsikan sebuah nukilan cerita yang sangat menarik dan menyentuh hati. Well...Gambar dekat atas tu aku pilih memandangkan kebelakangan ni sering sahaja topik institusi perkahwinan menjadi tajuk utama khutbah-khutbah jumaat. Aku sangat-sangat tertarik dengan segala hujah yang diketengahkan oleh para imam setiap kali aku dengar khutbah mengenai tajuk ni. Yang paling menarik minat aku adalah bagaimana kita, rakyat Malaysia digambarkan sebagai menjadikan proses kearah membina rumah tangga lebih sukar dan menakutkan dari yang sepatutnya...Kita rakyat Malaysia, banyak je pantang larang, syarat2 nak kahwin, yang mengakibatkan ramai yang mengambil keputusan untuk menggunakan jalan singkat yang lebih mudah, namun lebih memudaratkan kelak.

Kembali kepada fokus utama aku, dalam post kali ini aku ingin kongsikan sebuah cerita yang amat menyentuh hati aku. Cerita ini pertama aku baca semasa menduduki peperiksaan SPM. And i really mean it, aku betul-betul baca cerita ni masa tengah menduduki peperiksaan SPM. Cerita ni menjadi artikel kertas soalan BI, secara peribadinya aku sangat tertarik dengan cerita ni (aku rasa ni lah antara taktik-taktik yang digunakan untuk melambatkan lagi pelajar), sehinggakan aku baca cerita ini sebanyak 3 kali dan kemudiannya baru aku sedar kembali bahawa aku sedang menduduki peperiksaan ;p Hatta, aku teringin sangat nak berkongsikan cerita ini kepada semua, sayang sangat jika cerita seindah ini tidak dikongsikan, sayang sekali jika ianya hanya menjadi artikel soalan peperiksaan SPM 2009 semata-mata.

Cerita ini dinukilkan dalam bahasa English. Aku nak terjemahkan supaya menjadi lagi mesra pembaca, tetapi memandangkan aku bukan pelajar sastera, aku takut jika aku terjemahkan akan hilanglah segala ekspresi emosi dalam karya ini...Maka aku kongsikan cerita ini dalam bentuk aslinya tanpa mengubah walau suatu ayat pun....Jadi, selamat membaca :-)
The passengers watched sympathetically as the young woman with the white stick made her way carefully up the steps of the bus. She paid the driver and used her hand to feel for seat. Then, she sat down with the stick resting against her leg.

It had been a year since Misha, thirty-four, became blind. Because of a medical problem, she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness. Misha, who was once an independent woman, felt condemned to be a burden to everyone around her. All she had to cling to was her husband, Malik, an army officer who loved her dearly.

When Misha first lost her sight, she sank into despair, but Malik was determined to help her become independent again. After a few month, she was finally ready to return to her job. She used to take the bus, but now too frightened to get around the city by herself. So, how would she get there? Malik volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of city.

At first, this comforted Misha and fulfilled Malik's need to protect his wife, who had lose confidence in doing even the simplest task. Soon, however, this transport arrangement was becoming too tiring for him. He realised that she would have start taking the bus again, but just the thought of mentioning this to her upset him. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react?

Just as Malik expected, Misha was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. her heart was full of anger. "How can you do this to me? I am blind!" She responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel as if you're abandoning me. Don't u love me anymore?"

Malik's heart broke when he heard those words, but he knew what he had to do. He promised her that, each morning and evening, he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took for her to get used to it. And that was exactly what happened. For two whole weeks, Malik, in whole military uniform, accompanied Misha to and from work each day. He taught her to rely on her other senses, especially her hearing, and how to adapt to her new situation.

Malik helped her make friends with the bus drivers, who would watch out for her. They even saved her a seat. Malik made her laugh, even on those bad days when she tripped as she left the bus or dropped her briefcase. Each morning, they made the journey together and Malik would take a taxi back to his office. Although this routine was even more expensive and more tiring than the previous one, he knew it was just a matter of time before she would be able to ride the bus by her own. He believed in her, in the Misha he used to know, who was not afraid of any challenges and who would never, ever quit.

Indeed, she soon became confident enough to start travelling on her own. One day, as she was about to get off the bus, the driver said, "Madam, I really envy you. It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are".

Misha had no idea what the driver was talking about, and asked, "What do you mean?"

The driver answered, "You know, every morning, a gentleman in a military uniform stands on the side of the road watching you as you leave the bus. He makes sure you cross the road safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss and walks away. You are a fortunate woman."

Tears of happiness flowed down her cheeks, although she could not see her husband, she had always felt his presence. Misha was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she did not need to see to believe - a gift of love that can bring light where there been darkness.
 Afni's son: What would a husband mean to a wife? Love, is not you can see outside, it is what you can feel deep inside...Then, whoever own that love, wife, husband, mom, dad and love towards Allah s.w.t., surf while you can to find it and appreciate it :-)

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