lovely pakcik.

tahiyatul masjid.

azan zuhur.

serak-serak basah suara pakcik laung azan.

qabliyah zuhur.

masjid lengang, tidak seperti selalunya.

paling tidak ada dua tiga pakcik lain.

atau pekerja-pekerja asing.

lima minit berlalu.

pakcik toleh belakang.

sepuluh minit berlalu.

pakcik pandang sekeliling.

lima belas minit.

pakcik bangun.

pakcik bukak lipatan sejadah yang sudah sedia ada di tempat imam.

"nak, iqamat boleh?" 

"boleh pakcik."

aku angkat sejadah yang sedia terhampar melintang di saf pertama, hampar semula arah menegak di sebelah kanan sejadah imam, sedikit ke belakang.

hanya kami berdua, dari mula pakcik angkat takbiratul ihram sampailah pakcik selesai memimpin doa kami berdua selepas tunaikan empat rakaat.

and since then, i can't help but to think about pakcik whenever i can't make it to the mosque. it could be the loneliest day for him. i can only felt so grateful that Allah had chosen me (as i know who i am) to be pakcik's companion that day, to be the one delivering the love from Allah to pakcik. hopefully i delivered it well to you pakcik.

it made me thinks that Allah will never leave His lover, like pakcik, to be alone or feels alone. 

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*if i live long enough(if Allah wills), i do have an ambition; whatever i'll be doing with or wherever i'll end up in my professional career, as i settled down with life, someday, somewhere, i really want to be a 'tok siak'. to fully devote my remaining time in this world, taking care of His mosque. and i'm not looking for any position in the so called ajk pentadbiran masjid, i just want to be.. seorang tok siak- bukak pintu. sapu lantai. bentang sejadah. cuci tandas. bersihkan tempat wudhuk. laung azan. sediakan talam iftar. susun selipar. tutup suis. yang begitu-begitu. sungguh, selalu ada ketenangan di masjid.