Monday, July 11, 2005
♥ London Blast - A Lesson to be Learnt
Recently, we have been shocked by the news that Central London has been blasted. Well, not the whole centre of London but several underground stations and double-decker buses.
Imagining the whole scenario was a bit scary to me. You would never know that today would be 'the day' to die. I am truly thankful to Allah because I am still alive today. What if I was there among the people using the underground as the main transportation to work?
Let me rewind my day and change the location of where I am now. Zuzzz... in my time capsule on Thursday morning in London.
Waking up and being as usual, fresh and happy for a good day start. I am heading for work in my suit and stopping by the cafe to get my dose of caffeine. I am enjoying my cappucino on a sunny and windy summer in London. As usual, I swipped my monthly underground ticket and waited for the next train to arrive at West Brompton station. Checked my PDA to see any appointments for today and spotted an appointment with a client at 10 am.
In my head, I was planning to have lunch in Restoran Mawar - a Malaysian restaurant in London since I have been craving for sambal belacan.
The train arrived and I pushed my way in with my half empty cup of cappucino and a newspaper in my other hand along with my document bag slinged on my left shoulder. The train is rather full at this time of day with people on their way to work.
Suddenly, the train stopped abruptly and everything went pitch black. Everyone seemed to panic! But I remained calm on the outside but paniced on the inside.
What is happening? Am I going to die? Is this 'the time'? I have not ask forgiveness from my parents in Malaysia. I have been staying here to work without their blessings. I have not been a good muslim. Will I ever have the chance to ask forgiveness from The Almighty?
-Back to reality-
What if that was what really happened to me? Would I be prepared? NO. I have been neglecting simple things like I have never even asked forgiveness or blessings everyday before going to work from my parents. I would just wake up, get ready and go to work without even asking for forgiveness and their blessings. Before this, it may be difficult (that's my excuse actually) since we don't go to work at the same time. But since my dad has retired and is at home nowadays, I have never made the move to change that. I have always envied my neighbour, Zul (I have mentioned him earlier in one of my postings), will always ask for his parents' blessings before heading of to work. I find it very touching. But I have never done that before. Well, I have, but not everyday.
Another thing is that I have been saving my money (or maybe spending) for other occasions like buying my dream car (well, just a car to own - myself), dreaming of buying a property, savings to get married and going on a vacation to Switzerland maybe end of this year (well, it's just a dream and a motivator to save money)or buy make-up, handbags, shoes, clothes etc. I have never thought of maybe putting a target to do my Haj in my young years seriously. I do have the hope of doing my Haj in my younger years rather than waiting for me to be too old to do it on myself, but never took it really serious.
After the incident, it made me think a couple of changes that I have to make in my life. They may be small, but at least I have learnt a lesson from the tragedy. From tomorrow onwards, I will ask blessings from my parents before going to work and I would allocate money from my monthly salary to save it for my Haj so that I can perform my Haj in my younger years. And one more important thing is to increase my 'amalan' - not only the wajib ones, but also the sunat as well.
At least if 'the time' arrives in a sudden, I would at least be somewhat prepared if not totally prepared. Moga Allah memberi kekuatan untuk melaksanakan azam yang ditanam. Amin.
Imagining the whole scenario was a bit scary to me. You would never know that today would be 'the day' to die. I am truly thankful to Allah because I am still alive today. What if I was there among the people using the underground as the main transportation to work?
Let me rewind my day and change the location of where I am now. Zuzzz... in my time capsule on Thursday morning in London.
Waking up and being as usual, fresh and happy for a good day start. I am heading for work in my suit and stopping by the cafe to get my dose of caffeine. I am enjoying my cappucino on a sunny and windy summer in London. As usual, I swipped my monthly underground ticket and waited for the next train to arrive at West Brompton station. Checked my PDA to see any appointments for today and spotted an appointment with a client at 10 am.
In my head, I was planning to have lunch in Restoran Mawar - a Malaysian restaurant in London since I have been craving for sambal belacan.
The train arrived and I pushed my way in with my half empty cup of cappucino and a newspaper in my other hand along with my document bag slinged on my left shoulder. The train is rather full at this time of day with people on their way to work.
Suddenly, the train stopped abruptly and everything went pitch black. Everyone seemed to panic! But I remained calm on the outside but paniced on the inside.
What is happening? Am I going to die? Is this 'the time'? I have not ask forgiveness from my parents in Malaysia. I have been staying here to work without their blessings. I have not been a good muslim. Will I ever have the chance to ask forgiveness from The Almighty?
-Back to reality-
What if that was what really happened to me? Would I be prepared? NO. I have been neglecting simple things like I have never even asked forgiveness or blessings everyday before going to work from my parents. I would just wake up, get ready and go to work without even asking for forgiveness and their blessings. Before this, it may be difficult (that's my excuse actually) since we don't go to work at the same time. But since my dad has retired and is at home nowadays, I have never made the move to change that. I have always envied my neighbour, Zul (I have mentioned him earlier in one of my postings), will always ask for his parents' blessings before heading of to work. I find it very touching. But I have never done that before. Well, I have, but not everyday.
Another thing is that I have been saving my money (or maybe spending) for other occasions like buying my dream car (well, just a car to own - myself), dreaming of buying a property, savings to get married and going on a vacation to Switzerland maybe end of this year (well, it's just a dream and a motivator to save money)or buy make-up, handbags, shoes, clothes etc. I have never thought of maybe putting a target to do my Haj in my young years seriously. I do have the hope of doing my Haj in my younger years rather than waiting for me to be too old to do it on myself, but never took it really serious.
After the incident, it made me think a couple of changes that I have to make in my life. They may be small, but at least I have learnt a lesson from the tragedy. From tomorrow onwards, I will ask blessings from my parents before going to work and I would allocate money from my monthly salary to save it for my Haj so that I can perform my Haj in my younger years. And one more important thing is to increase my 'amalan' - not only the wajib ones, but also the sunat as well.
At least if 'the time' arrives in a sudden, I would at least be somewhat prepared if not totally prepared. Moga Allah memberi kekuatan untuk melaksanakan azam yang ditanam. Amin.
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