Ahlam, A Blooming Red Rose

The flowers that grows to glad all Earth,
Are emblems of a better birth,
When we shall wake beyond the skies,
And see the plains of heaven arise.



(17/1/2015), i've attended a driving class to prepare for KPP01. I swear it was hella boring of a class and i admit i kinda slacked off, not that it was my fault but hey it was super stodgy&tedious. Despite that tiresome class, alhamdulillah, i'm really glad i've attended and i've met a very vibrant soul, a soul of hope and belief.

Ahlam bt Muhammed.

How would i define her?

She's as pretty as a blooming flower. A livid,ravishing,delicate flower. A flower she is, a gem that gives  glow and colour for the poetry of nature. She's like, a full blown red rose, an emblem of beauty. And each time i gazed at her perfect ash-gray coloured eyes, i was dazzled and mesmerized.

When I was in the class, I sat in the back row, yep, it was easier for me if I zonked out. Hahaha, how peculiar i was because in class (at school) i sat in the front row! Okay but driving class and academic class is different okay. It's TOTALLY MISMATED. Okay that's not the point over here. Okay back to the topic.

30 minutes after the class had started, a lady in purple jubaah caught my attention. It was not because of that jubaah, but it was because the niqaab she was wearing. She certainly had some sort of an "aura" that made me intrigued to get to know her.

Since she was kinda late, the instructor was really grumpy towards her, man, i despised him!! He even made fun of her because she was wearing the niqaab. I just COULDN'T ACCEPT IT. Dude seriously, i would have smack him up in the face for that abhoring behaviour! She replied a few words in English and i knew that she was aggrieved of his misbehaviour.

The class went on for around 2 hours and a half, and finally it was our break time for brunch. Since i had no company, I went to the cafe by my own (seriously this is how a forever alone feels like??) gosh, i felt so lifeless and forlorn, I had the urge to socialize with somebody.

When I was at the cafe, I was really famished thus I bought some sandwiches. Dude, the place was filled with men, everywhere! I was really scared because I was all alone on my own, but then, from a far, that lady in purple caught my attention again. She was alone too, I approached her as she was unwrapping her sandwiches plastic.

"Assalamualaikum"

I said the salaam and I gave her my sweetest smile.

And then I introduced myself and we started talking :) She became my friend in just a short while. She's 29 years old, and she's from a suburban area in Yaman. There was something about her voice that i found rather captivating. Her voice was subtly sensual and smooth, a velvety whisper, her voice was rather sultry and melodic.

From some strangers to a friend :) Alhamdulillah i had somebody to be with the whole day! She told me her story and I was totally enchanted and I couldn't help myself to ask for more. I like to listen to other people's story, how their life journey is. Journey is like a story book, it is livid and fresh.

She told me that she was engaged when she was 15! Wow, I was totally astonished. I mean, the man came to hand-in marriage when she was so young? Seriously the man had some guts! She was engaged for 10 years and finally she was married at 25. She's currently under a scholarship from her country (if it's in Malaysia, it is like khazanah negara scholar) my o my, she's certainly a bright girl! She told me that the scholarship was a blessing for her, since 18, she had been to universities all around the world, under full sponsors. She had learnt about so many different culture while studying in the same time! (that is certainly, my life goals, sobs) And currently, she's studying under linguistic course in UPM, living with her husband and a daughter in Serdang, pursuing master studies. I've asked her mostly everything in overseas! How's life is like in UK, US and so on. MasyaAllah sister, you've totally inspired me. She had a hard time studying back in the US because of the skeptical thinking of islamophobic, and plus she was wearing a niqaab too. I knew how harsh it was, reality, it's saddening.

Break time was over and we went for dhuhr prayers together. And that is when I get to see her face :) I'm not able to describe how beautiful she is. As far as that I can say, she's as beautiful, as lovely as a blooming, red rose. An emblem of beauty. And now that I can truly see the beauty of Islam too, we, are the protected pearls.What Islam has established for woman is that which suits her nature, gives her full security and protects her against disgraceful circumstances and uncertain channels of life.  The status of woman in Islam is unprecedentedly high and realistically suitable to her nature. Her rights and duties are equal to those of man but not necessarily or absolutely identical with them. If she is deprived of one thing in some aspect, she is fully compensated for it with more things in many other aspects.

I wish that I could spend more time with you, sister Ahlam. Thank you for everything. Thank you for being an inspiration, a motivation. 'Til then, hope that we will cross our path again.

May Allah be with you at every step you take,
May Allah guide you in each decision you make,
May Allah help you when life gets rough,
May Allah Bless you with more than enough,
May Allah protect you when you fall,
May Allah hear you when you call,
May Allah sooth your heart when you don't understand,
May you always be in Allah's loving Hand.. 

Ameen

a blooming red rose.
-A.M.

Sealed with kisses,