The letter began with: “ Azizil akhil ustaz Hj Hassan Abdul Karim ………….”
( My dear friend ustaz Hj Hassan Abdul Karim …..” ( Click on the letter below to enlarge.)
Then I had an idea that this could be a subject of my next posting. With that thought in mind I had the letter and photograph placed temporarily on one table.
On April 9th Pakcik had my second posting on durian tree and what it symbolised to me. Among the first few visitors was an anonymous who left a message saying, “ I just heard the news that your friend Ustaz Absul Malek (in Sydney) telah kembali ke rahmatullah. Al Fatihah”
That brief message truly shocked me, coming so soon after I had just read his letter and seen the very old picture which he chose to me, for safe keeping perhaps. From my responses in the following days visitors might have sensed my mood.
I am ever so grateful to Ninotaziz who, in her typically unique style, chose to leave the following short poem, to which I immediately responded in my amateurish way.
Pomegranates lie in wait
From the precarious moment
Its seed germinates
Such is life’s momentum
From birth to blossoms
Bearing fruits in service
Until the earth welcomes
Newly scattered seeds
Seeds of awareness.
Biarpun tak berbau
Tak berwarna bunganya
Yang hamba rayu
Harimau dan Manusia
Belang dan nama
Kepada Mu Tuhan ku
Dosa nya dosa ku
What made me especially sad then?
Of the five in the picture, Pakcik ALONE remains the only durian of that season, hanging on precariously from a branch.
Berkhidmat kerana Tuhn untuk kemanusiaan
1) I hope, in my next posting, I will be able to write more of my reminiscence related to the picture of the five young boys; and why Pakcik was strangely addressed as ‘ustaz’. Did I habitually have a white cap on my head?
2) Coincidentally, yesterday I made another 500 km drive to this kampong because of an unexpected death in the family. So I am Here again waiting for the last few durians of the season to fall.