Salam & Hello.
Yet another road traffic accident. Hmmm.
p/s: Iman, if u're reading is, i apologize siap-siap for not telling you.
On the 29th day after the bus accident, Masliana and i got into another road accident. it was not even a month after our first one. kali ini bagi saya, lebih menakutkan.
the story starts with Mas who needs to go to ICICI Bank to bank in a sum of money into Mr. Ajaaz's account. fyi, Mr. Ajaaz is a travel agent whom Mas had hired to plan her family holiday trip to Kashmir last June.
i was posted in Pedodontics Department for a month that time in a department well known for 'Sign&Go'. being a 'signing intern' means that i just have to appear in the department at 9a.m. and 2p.m. everyday for attendance and i am free to go. nothing other than that. i'm jobless, really bored and have ample of time for almost everything.
so i accompanied Mas on that very day.
we got out of the house around 10.30a.m. on that tuesday morning. as usual, Mas was riding her KA17Y1522 red honda dio scooter, and i was the pillion rider. being a pillion rider basically means that u'll be taking the back seat, not having to drive and you will be entrusted to hold whatever belongings that the driver carry. that is my job for that day, carrying Mas's yellow bag.
the bank was situated in PB Road here in Davangere. i remembered the road to be very busy on that day. there were lorries, buses, cars, auto rickshaws, motorbikes, people, bull cart & etc. i would rather be stuck in Malaysia's traffic jam like a hundred times more compared to being stuck in the jam here. u will never see a way out! it's too congested. anything can come your way. paling takut kena whiplash dengan tali cemeti orang yang bawak bull cart tu. fuhhh.
the traffic light was red and we were reaching a crossroad about 10 Metres ahead of us. on our right was 'another' Ashok Leyland lorry and up ahead, on the left was a black honda activa near the traffic light and was oriented slunting instead of going straight.
everything occurs the second the traffic light turned green. the lorry starts to move slowly, the weird black honda activa suddenly revs up and came in our way. Mas had to make an emergency brake to avoid carshing into the activa, and since there were sand on the tarmac, we skidded in front and under the lorry which was about to move.
the moment i opened my eyes, i realized that i was already under the lorry. i quickly pulled myself out from there. as i got to my feet, i saw Mas was face down, arms and legs stretched long and she was lying exactly in front of the lorry's left front tyre. the width of the tyre spans as long as her rib cage to her waist, and she started to shout. the tyre was so huge macam tayar treler Malaysia and it appears to me like half of her body was already beneath it AND the tyre is already rolling!!! memang betul-betul ingat dia dah kena gelek dengan tayar lori.
saya pon mula melompat-lompat di tepi lori Ashok Leyland seperti orang hilang arah. menjerit sekuat hati mengharapkan driver lori akan pusing ke arah saya. "bhaiyya! bhaiyya! reverse! reverse!" untuk beberapa kali sambil menghayun tangan memberi isyarat. Alhamdulillah, jeritan batin yang amat dahsyat itu didengari dan lori pon berundur. She was just inches away. Allahuakbar. i cannot describe how grateful i am that He had saved her that day.
i actually thought that Mas abdomen was right next to the tyre that time. rupa-rupanya tidak. beg kuning Mas yang saya pegang sewaktu berada di atas motor terselit antara badan dan tayar lori. how did it get there? mungkin tercampak exactly to that particular place. Wallahu'alam.
that yellow bag was a duplicate long champ bag she bought with me in Malaysia, made out of waterproof material. in it were some documents, passport, cash and a leather purse. beg tu memang hancur teruk. daripada pusingan tayar lori yang baru nak masuk gear satu tu je, purse kulit Mas hancur sampai ke dalam. segenggam duit untuk dimasukkan dalam account Mr. Ajaaz hancur. rupa macam kertas masuk washing machine. yang tinggal hanya passport malaysia. hmmm.
nampak simple, tapi Allahuakbar, there's a reason why the bag got there.
selepas lori berundur, i immediately got to Mas and hugged her like anything. i was just inches away from losing her back there. takutnya ya Allah. takut sangat. sangat sangat. i don't think i'm that strong to bear the thought in case things happen in front of my eyes there and then. na'uzubillah min zalik.
a big big big relieve when she can stand and walk. slowly, we moved to the road side. bystanders started to surround us. sesak gile. some helped to lift the bike to the side and there was a traffic police on duty. i really can't think at all that time. menggeletar satu badan. nak nangis, nak jerit. Mas was the one who asked me to make a phone call to a friend whom is a doctor, asking him to come to the hospital. hadoi. teruk aku ni.
the bike was left to the police and the two of us took an auto rickshaw to the Bapuji Hospital. Mas suffered deep lacerations approximating the size of an emergency kit on her stomach with its depth traversing all the way to the dermis. i reckon she got it because she was thrown from the bike and skidded on the sandy tarmac. the labcoat and the polo tee she was wearing at that time were torn. Alhamdulillah, ultrasound shows no internal organ damage and no bony factures though she can barely walk. she also has muscle inflammation on the lower left side of the abdomen that lasted upto today, chipped lateral incisior, cuts on her lips, and bruises elswhere. Mas had to go and have her dressing changed every once in 3 days for period of a month and a half after the accident.
'ingatkan accident bas tu dah cukup menakutkan, rupa-rupanya yang ini lagilah...'
rasa macam cukup besar ujian kali ni.
but, this is still considered minimal compared to what Muslims in other places are experiencing. for me, 2 accidents in a month time is enough to wipe me off. I just can't imagine how they can cope with a huge amount of fear every single day. baru dengar bunyi pintu dihempas kuat, dah menggelabah. belum lagi dengar bunyi dentuman bom disana sini. how i am faint hearted. weakling.
Abu al-‘Abbas ‘Abdullah bin ‘Abbas, radiyallahu anhuma, reported: One day I was behind the Prophet, sallallahu ‘alayhi wasallam, and he said to me:
"O young man, I shall teach you some words [of advice] : Be mindful of Allah, and Allah will protect you. Be mindful of Allah, and you will find Him in front of you. If you (have need to) ask, ask of Allah; and if you seek help, seek help from Allah. Know that even if the Nation (or the whole community) were to gather together to benefit you with something, they would not benefit you with anything except that which Allah has already recorded for you, and that if they gather together to harm you with something, they would not be able to harm you with anything except that which Allah has already recorded against you. The pens have been lifted and the pages have dried."
[Al-Tirmidhi relates this and says: It is a good, genuine Hadith]
In a version other than that of al-Tirmidhi it reads:
"..Be mindful of Allah, you will find Him before you. Get to know Allah in prosperity and He will know you in adversity. Know that what has passed you by was not going to befall you; and that what has befallen you was not going to pass you by. And know that victory comes with patience, relief with affliction, and ease with hardship."
whenever tested, or given a dose of 'vaccine', we have to always remember that though injections are painful. it meant no harm. it is for the good and He knows best. He knows what we do not know.
Always always come back to Him.
Yet another road traffic accident. Hmmm.
p/s: Iman, if u're reading is, i apologize siap-siap for not telling you.
On the 29th day after the bus accident, Masliana and i got into another road accident. it was not even a month after our first one. kali ini bagi saya, lebih menakutkan.
the story starts with Mas who needs to go to ICICI Bank to bank in a sum of money into Mr. Ajaaz's account. fyi, Mr. Ajaaz is a travel agent whom Mas had hired to plan her family holiday trip to Kashmir last June.
i was posted in Pedodontics Department for a month that time in a department well known for 'Sign&Go'. being a 'signing intern' means that i just have to appear in the department at 9a.m. and 2p.m. everyday for attendance and i am free to go. nothing other than that. i'm jobless, really bored and have ample of time for almost everything.
so i accompanied Mas on that very day.
we got out of the house around 10.30a.m. on that tuesday morning. as usual, Mas was riding her KA17Y1522 red honda dio scooter, and i was the pillion rider. being a pillion rider basically means that u'll be taking the back seat, not having to drive and you will be entrusted to hold whatever belongings that the driver carry. that is my job for that day, carrying Mas's yellow bag.
the bank was situated in PB Road here in Davangere. i remembered the road to be very busy on that day. there were lorries, buses, cars, auto rickshaws, motorbikes, people, bull cart & etc. i would rather be stuck in Malaysia's traffic jam like a hundred times more compared to being stuck in the jam here. u will never see a way out! it's too congested. anything can come your way. paling takut kena whiplash dengan tali cemeti orang yang bawak bull cart tu. fuhhh.
the traffic light was red and we were reaching a crossroad about 10 Metres ahead of us. on our right was 'another' Ashok Leyland lorry and up ahead, on the left was a black honda activa near the traffic light and was oriented slunting instead of going straight.
everything occurs the second the traffic light turned green. the lorry starts to move slowly, the weird black honda activa suddenly revs up and came in our way. Mas had to make an emergency brake to avoid carshing into the activa, and since there were sand on the tarmac, we skidded in front and under the lorry which was about to move.
the moment i opened my eyes, i realized that i was already under the lorry. i quickly pulled myself out from there. as i got to my feet, i saw Mas was face down, arms and legs stretched long and she was lying exactly in front of the lorry's left front tyre. the width of the tyre spans as long as her rib cage to her waist, and she started to shout. the tyre was so huge macam tayar treler Malaysia and it appears to me like half of her body was already beneath it AND the tyre is already rolling!!! memang betul-betul ingat dia dah kena gelek dengan tayar lori.
saya pon mula melompat-lompat di tepi lori Ashok Leyland seperti orang hilang arah. menjerit sekuat hati mengharapkan driver lori akan pusing ke arah saya. "bhaiyya! bhaiyya! reverse! reverse!" untuk beberapa kali sambil menghayun tangan memberi isyarat. Alhamdulillah, jeritan batin yang amat dahsyat itu didengari dan lori pon berundur. She was just inches away. Allahuakbar. i cannot describe how grateful i am that He had saved her that day.
i actually thought that Mas abdomen was right next to the tyre that time. rupa-rupanya tidak. beg kuning Mas yang saya pegang sewaktu berada di atas motor terselit antara badan dan tayar lori. how did it get there? mungkin tercampak exactly to that particular place. Wallahu'alam.
that yellow bag was a duplicate long champ bag she bought with me in Malaysia, made out of waterproof material. in it were some documents, passport, cash and a leather purse. beg tu memang hancur teruk. daripada pusingan tayar lori yang baru nak masuk gear satu tu je, purse kulit Mas hancur sampai ke dalam. segenggam duit untuk dimasukkan dalam account Mr. Ajaaz hancur. rupa macam kertas masuk washing machine. yang tinggal hanya passport malaysia. hmmm.
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| This purse was in the 'yellow bag'. |
nampak simple, tapi Allahuakbar, there's a reason why the bag got there.
selepas lori berundur, i immediately got to Mas and hugged her like anything. i was just inches away from losing her back there. takutnya ya Allah. takut sangat. sangat sangat. i don't think i'm that strong to bear the thought in case things happen in front of my eyes there and then. na'uzubillah min zalik.
a big big big relieve when she can stand and walk. slowly, we moved to the road side. bystanders started to surround us. sesak gile. some helped to lift the bike to the side and there was a traffic police on duty. i really can't think at all that time. menggeletar satu badan. nak nangis, nak jerit. Mas was the one who asked me to make a phone call to a friend whom is a doctor, asking him to come to the hospital. hadoi. teruk aku ni.
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| Laceration wound up to dermis. |
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| Healing laceration. |
the bike was left to the police and the two of us took an auto rickshaw to the Bapuji Hospital. Mas suffered deep lacerations approximating the size of an emergency kit on her stomach with its depth traversing all the way to the dermis. i reckon she got it because she was thrown from the bike and skidded on the sandy tarmac. the labcoat and the polo tee she was wearing at that time were torn. Alhamdulillah, ultrasound shows no internal organ damage and no bony factures though she can barely walk. she also has muscle inflammation on the lower left side of the abdomen that lasted upto today, chipped lateral incisior, cuts on her lips, and bruises elswhere. Mas had to go and have her dressing changed every once in 3 days for period of a month and a half after the accident.
'ingatkan accident bas tu dah cukup menakutkan, rupa-rupanya yang ini lagilah...'
rasa macam cukup besar ujian kali ni.
but, this is still considered minimal compared to what Muslims in other places are experiencing. for me, 2 accidents in a month time is enough to wipe me off. I just can't imagine how they can cope with a huge amount of fear every single day. baru dengar bunyi pintu dihempas kuat, dah menggelabah. belum lagi dengar bunyi dentuman bom disana sini. how i am faint hearted. weakling.
Abu al-‘Abbas ‘Abdullah bin ‘Abbas, radiyallahu anhuma, reported: One day I was behind the Prophet, sallallahu ‘alayhi wasallam, and he said to me:
"O young man, I shall teach you some words [of advice] : Be mindful of Allah, and Allah will protect you. Be mindful of Allah, and you will find Him in front of you. If you (have need to) ask, ask of Allah; and if you seek help, seek help from Allah. Know that even if the Nation (or the whole community) were to gather together to benefit you with something, they would not benefit you with anything except that which Allah has already recorded for you, and that if they gather together to harm you with something, they would not be able to harm you with anything except that which Allah has already recorded against you. The pens have been lifted and the pages have dried."
[Al-Tirmidhi relates this and says: It is a good, genuine Hadith]
In a version other than that of al-Tirmidhi it reads:
"..Be mindful of Allah, you will find Him before you. Get to know Allah in prosperity and He will know you in adversity. Know that what has passed you by was not going to befall you; and that what has befallen you was not going to pass you by. And know that victory comes with patience, relief with affliction, and ease with hardship."
whenever tested, or given a dose of 'vaccine', we have to always remember that though injections are painful. it meant no harm. it is for the good and He knows best. He knows what we do not know.
Always always come back to Him.
