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...
