Night Of Power

Today i felt so peaceful, like everything seems to be fine and the world seems to slow down. Yesterday night, was one of the memorable nights i had. i was invited by my friend to attend a Qiyamulail at Muhajirin. I was hesistant at first, but i decided to put Him first this time.

The event started with us giving out free dates to public at chua chu kang mrt station. People were mostly reluctant to take the mysterious blue plastic bag we were giving out. some even ignored us. i dont understand these people. but yea the makciks were more than glad to receive the free dates.

Then there was a shuttle bus ready to take us to Muhajirin mosque, located at braddell. it was a long bus ride, the only thing that is in mind was the coming math and chemistry exam.

We reached the mosque, and i was overwhelmed by the number of people who attended this event. then it was time for break fast. we had briyani!

after terawih, we slack aroound the mosque area. i get to meet lots of new friends. we talk and talk and talk till the organiser tells us that it was time for us to go to the auditorium for the next activity. it was time for muhasabah diri.

This is one of the highlight of the night. Specially invited Ustaz came and gave us a warm welcome with the heartwarming zikir. didicazli were event there to recite the zikir.

Then it was time for the real thing.

3 of the ustaz sat by the side. everyone kept quiet. one of them rise and stands at the center of the stage. He began with reminding us the promise we had with Allah s.w.t. the promise we made before we sent down to our mother's womb by the angels. the promise that even the mountains and the sky were afraid to fufill. the promise to be a good muslim, in this world full of obstacles that He sent down to test the iman of Muslimin.

the atmosphere became solemn, as everyone begins to have deep thoughts about what is being said. as the ustaz continued, tears came running down everyone's cheek.

i was at first not having deep thoughts.. but it hit me when the ustaz told us to imagine our beloved parents' figure. then he start to remind us the sacrifice that our parents have gone through. memories of my father sending me to school early in the morning when i was in pri sch came flowing to my mind. then i remembered how my mum used to work day and night to support the family. i broke down to tears. the tears has its reasons. i was afraid that my parents would leave me one day. the thought was unbearable. im just not ready for their absence.

i left the auditorium as a changed person, InsyaAllah. it was time for us to sleep, to gain energy for the later qiamulail. i slept in the mosque by the doors. it was so peaceful. the night were still, everyone was sleepy. after about 2 hours of nap, i was awaken by the thunder. it was raining heavily. in my heart, i said, InsyaAllah, tonight is the night we are are all hoping for, cos i remembered the ustaz told us ealier that one of the signs of Lailatul Qadar is that there would be heavy rains.

It was like as if the world was slowing down. everything seems so calm. i was at peace after the qiamulail. i forgot about the coming exams. the only that is in my mind was all the sins that i have done and how i wish all my sins were forgiven.

This year's Ramadhan, a really special one for me :)