Dispersion Time!

Day 3 n 4,

The day started normally, and it was an examination day for Manarianz. Even so, we continued our activities like usual. It was a last day for Ubadah and Rifaah. That examination reminded them that they also had an incoming examination which began the next day.

In the morning, there was no exciting activities except for soccer players, and for me, I just made some consultations with the students. It was my ambition to become a consultant like my father.
Before the last day came, I realized that there were some problems happening in Maahad Al-Manar. I tried to come with a result by referring to students and teachers. Some said that the warden had to be blamed and some said that had nothing to be corrected. When I collected information, including from the warden himself, I tried to come with a solution. When I was at school, I indeed faced some problems with the past ones. It was normal that persons in charge were always hated. The problems were from both students and the 'caretaker'. It was more from him rather than the students.

They told that they were given no chance to change their attitude. This made me to consult him again and told him something when I wished him a farewell the next night.
In day 3, the night turned sorrow due to Ubadah's group leaving. Moreover that night ended so early as the lights were knocked out at 11.

Day 4 were used to meet Ustaz Yaakob Wan Harun, the school's Principal to discuss about things. We were talking to him cheerfully and asked him about universities he would recommend for the school leavers.

That evening was a farewell for Hakam. Saying goodbye to the teachers and friends was a sad thing to do, but we had no other choice. Hilmi and Amer left as soon as the Quran class started. They were collected by Hilmi's brother, Hafiz, an ex-student. Their destination was Kota Bharu Mall while I and Abdurrahman would be staying the next day at my grandmother's house. Farid gave us a farewell wave when my uncle reached us some minutes after Hilmi's departure.
It was a sad day for each of us.
The story ended at Al-Manar leaving thousands of memories.

Generation Four, we are conducting another reunion this coming holiday. It will be next year if Allah permits. I and Abdurrahman will be in vacation some weeks in March and April. Hopefully, that time will be a wonderful time for all of us to meet together.
Until next time. Manarianz, cheer always!
Al-Manar students, may Allah be with you and guide you to ThE RiGhT PaTH.
Assalamualaikum Warahmatullah....

BROTHERHOOD!!!

Day 2,

It was a drowsy morning for me. Others were busy in the field while I was in a deep sleep. Ubadah and his friends enjoyed playing street soccer that morning. It had been a year since their feet stepped on the earth of Al-Manar. "Wow, I would be playing everyday if I were to stay here again!" A saying from Ubadah or as what he had said that time.
I came to life again forcefully when I heard Hilmi's voice, "Pier, are you not going?" I just shaked my head lazily and unconsciously, telling him that I was not going, but then I was awakened again and regained strength to get up after yelled by Hakam, "Saufwan, everybody's going, it's no good if you're not. Let's go!"
The voice was even louder and more serious that my heartbeat increased quickly.

I rushed to packing and then came an sms. It was from my aunt, telling me that she was coming to fetch the posted shirts. I just replied yes as there was no much time. When I was done with the work and turned to meet the rest, I remembered that I could not go as my aunt was on the way, so I requested a delay. I was quite scared if they would refuse the idea. "Ok, hopefully it's not too long", said someone.

My aunt came and I had not meet her and the company for more than 5 minutes. And luckily too, we were given some gifts by those visitors. "Some desserts!" Said my small voice. After thanking them, I jumped into the van and we set off to Jeram Pasu.
Our activities there were very exciting including barbecuing , swimming, discussing, catching fish and also performing the zuhr prayer there, on the earth and without a mat. Some of us also performed asr prayer as Muslims were allowed when they were travelling.

Our schedule continued perfectly except for one thing I was not told before as I was sleeping when they were planning. Pity me. We took our lunch at Hakam's house after passing by an in-construction house and paying a visit to Hilmi's uncle. There was an accident faced by him last time forcing him to rebuild his house.

After being at Hakam's house for some time, Ubadah was already announcing his intention of playing football. We were back at Al-Manar when everyone left the field and the sun already minimized its shine. The day was very exciting unlike the night. It was not too boring but for some. We were out to eat and some problems did make us to be back late. We were on a search for restaurants and after stopping and leaving two restaurants, did we come to a relief.
We also did go to 'Econjaya' to buy foods and drinks like in the picture.

We slept well that night except for me, the old sickness had come to its master. I was sneezing due to the dust and the unhealthy environment. Nobody was like that except me with my sneezing nose. I ended up that night sleeping while my nose and eyes reddened...

Al-Manar Fourth Generation Reunion

The journey started at 31st of October. One day after we had finished our STAM examination. But not for me, Ubadah, Abdurrahman and some of us... I and Abdurrahman were on a vacation for three weeks, and that day was on the last week of it.
I, Hilmi and Ubadah with his brother, Rifaah, met at Kajang Bus Terminal at about 8.30 p.m.

We travelled on a bus and overslept that we had to change our plan. We decided firstly to stop at my grandmother's house but something else happened. One thing, the bus did not stop at Machang. And whatever, that was our carelessness to not to let the driver know where we would like to stop....

We woke up and realized that the environment did not describe that we were not too late to call my uncle and say that we had reached the intended destination. We were at Kota Bharu and next decision should be contacting my old mate, Abdul Hakam.

After performing Subh prayer, he arrived with a car which I forgot who it belonged to.
Next destination was Hakam's house, which we remained there for a little while, and where we took our breakfast, and before Abdurrahman phoned us telling that he had just arrived at Kota Bharu.

Then we set off to our old school, Maahad Al-Manar, where we learnt things that we could never find a school like it elsewhere.
Things came back inside my head and I started to remember events when I was there.
Abdurrahman arrived when we were there for about 20 minutes. And Amer ended there at the evening. There we met our old classmate, Farid and other schoolmates. It had been a long time since we were meeting. I was very glad to meet my junior, Taslim, as he had done memorizing the Holy book before we did. He did not remain for too long but left us after a short greeting.
It was a very nice day being at the place of knowledge.

Many teachers were excited that we had not been there for quite a long time. Anyway, we were very disappointed afterwards to know that our friends from SMIH, Buraidah, Usamah, Luqman and Shihab could not come for some unpredictable reasons. Eventhough, nobody should be blamed because Allah knows best.

The following night, we were invited to be at Principal' s house.
It was his son who lead us to be there. We had a very delicous meal there. Everything was settled by Hakam and his gang.
I was then knocked out by my drowsiness and yet, some of us still had not felt like me. It was a very tiring journey in the morning. That should cause me not to hold any longer. I got myself caught in my dream not long after some of us set off to Farid's room. I found myself awakened by my handset next morning, but not only me was forced to sit. Others had opened their eyes before I had done so.

That was the starting point for the 2nd day of the stay. I shall continue it in my next post.
To be continued...