I read in Net's blog and she mentioned that life is a Ferris wheel. I am not sure that my story here is considered "a ferris wheel" story but let's not judging people..Allah knows better and only He is the best Judge..
A couple of weeks before I was busy running the office when my clerk knocked on my door telling me that there was someone wanted to see me. Fine, I said. Let he/she come in. He came inside. Immediately I noticed him. How could you forget a face that had made you sad and feel down.
14 years ago I had transferred here on an emergency ticket. I had made a police report on my ex-husband who had beaten me, harassing me and my two young children...4 and 2 years...making my life miserable and alone to his emotional and physical attacks. My boss there..a lady, had used her cables to put me to transfer at a 24-hour notice. I was helped by many people in the process and finally I had settled down here..finally at peace.
Later, after several months of settling down, I went to an ustaz's house. All I asked from him was to accept my children as his students to learn Muqaddam..Idham was 5 and Ayuni was 3..He said no..he had too many students he explained. I begged..please accept at least Idham. I knew he did not have many students as he hadmentioned. I knew it was a lame excuse.. And the wife was an ustazah. They were both teaching Muqaddhamto the children in that area. Whatever I said, he kept on saying no. That was it. I went home. I cried. Just because I was a single mother, people looked down on me cynically.
I managed to get another ustaz far from my house but thinking that was my responsibility to give my children religious knowledge, I went on until they finished studying Al-Quran. I bought a house far from the place and I didn't see the ustaz who rejected my children until now.
He came into my room and asked for my signature as a witness because he is applying to further his study doing degree in local uni. Even though I had a strong urge to reject him and tell him to go and see my boss to be a witness instead of me, I told myself don't do that to people. Let's not making people's life difficult. Let's not give back to him the same words he said to me 14 years ago. He suddenly asked me whether I was his neighbour in my old residential area. I simply said yes. I was sure he too could recall our encounter. He noticed me. He remembered his rejection. I said nothing else.
Then few days ago I heard the news that he had divorced the wife the ustazah and married another lady who happened to sit next to me in our meeting in KK. That was how I knew he had a divorce because I until now I am not a busy body person looking for juicy gossip. A divorce can happen to anyone..even to ustaz and ustazah.
Yeah, life is a ferris wheel. Allah is fair. Once I was on the begging side, the sadder side...now it was his turn. We were all in the same position. The only difference was, I was not cruel like him. I entertained him because it was Allah who put me on the top now and He is also the One who put anybody including the ustaz at the bottom when He wants.
Thank you Allah for giving me patience and strenght to put away my sad years behind. Thank You.