Ilham dari Tuhan?

Hari ini aku terima email berikut dari seorang teman:

A young man had been to Wednesday Night Class of Quranic Studies. The Mualim had shared about listening to Allah and obeying Allah through intuition.

The young man couldn't help but wonder, 'Does Allah still speak to people through intuition?'

After Lessons, he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how Allah had led them in different ways and that at the end you'll know it was Allah(SWT) Who has directed you.

It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, 'Allah...If you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen.. I will do my best to obey.'

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, 'Allah is that you?' He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.

But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk came into his head. 'Okay, Allah, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.' It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk.

He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street , he again felt the urge, 'Turn Down that street.'This is crazy he thought, and drove on past the intersection.
Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street .

At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, 'Okay, Allah, I will.'

He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around.

He was in a semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the
best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either.
The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. Again, he sensed something, 'Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.'

The young man looked at the house.. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep.

He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. 'Allah, this is insane. Those people are asleep and
if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.'
Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door, 'Okay Allah(SWT), if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay.

I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something, but if the don't answer right away, I am out of here.'

He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, 'Who is it? What do you want?' Then the door opened before the young man could get away.

The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. 'What is it?'
The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, 'Here, I brought this to you.' The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.

The man began speaking and half crying, 'We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money.. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking Allah(SWT) to show me how to get some milk.'

His wife in the kitchen yelled out, 'I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?'

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand.

He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that Allah (SWT) still answers prayers.

Betapa, aku teringatkan panggilan terakhir yang aku terima dari ayah. Tak silap aku hari isnin pagi, 1/3/10. Nada suara sara ayah biasa saja. Aku di pejabat, baru memulakan kerja. Aku tak ingat apa yang ayah mulakan dalam perbualan itu, namun yang pasti tidak sebagaimana biasa, kalau ayah talipon , akan ada bantuan yang diperlukan dariku umpamanya tolong beli borang tender, tolong hantar surat itu, surat ini dll yang berkait urusan bisness ayah.

Namun hari itu, ayah sekadar bersembang. Dan ayah ada bertanya, "tak boleh balik ke?". Aku merasa pelik dengan pertanyaan itu. Lalu aku bertanyakan "ayah sihat ke?". "Sihat" jawab ayah.."cuma sekarang ni ada kencing manis pula".

"Biasalah tu, peringkat umur macam ni, semua datang"balasku.."ayah kontrol makan la". Walaupun cuak dihati, aku layan ayah bersembang.

"Mek sakit, mu tau ke?" tanya ayah

"Tau, dah talipon dia dah. Dah Ok dah.."

Kemudian perbualan kami berkisar kepada hasrat ayah untuk membuat kilang keropok di kampung. Ayah juga mengusulkan beberapa cadangan bisnes supaya aku buat. Begitulah, ayah sentiasa kaya dengan idea.

Tak silap ingatanku, ayah ada talipon semula selepas itu bertanyakan samada aku ada menalipon nya semula. Tak, kataku... Ingatkan mu ada talipon ayah, kata ayah...

Selepas perbualan itu, cuak di hatiku tetap ada. Kenapa ayah tanya "boleh balik ke ?" Tapi ayah kata dia OK, mek juga ok. Aku berkali-kali ingin talipon ayah selepas itu, tapi aku tangguhkan. Tunggu lah...bisik hati ku. Dalam masa yang sama aku mengharapkan ayah akan talipon aku lagi. Antara aku dan ayah, ayah lebih banyak menaliponku. Bukan aku tidak mahu talipon ayah, tetapi amat sukar untuk talipon ayah.Tambah2 kalau ayah berada di rumahnya. Ayah pernah beritahu kalau Maksu (isteri terakhir ayah) tahu ayah talipon anak2,Maksu akan marah2. Sebab itu aku lebih banyak menunggu ayah talipon dari menalipon ayah. Ada sekali aku talipon ayah, ayah bercakap sepatah dua saja. Bila aku tanya ayah kat mana, jawab ayah kat rumah. Kadang2 ayah akan talipon aku sewaktu dia dalam perjalanan ke surau.

Hasrat untuk menalipon ayah amat kuat, namun sifat menangguh juga kuat ... akhirnya aku terima panggilan dari kakak tentang ayah yang tidak sedarkan diri dan akhirnya pergi buat selama2nya.

Begitu, suara hati kita itu mungkin ilham dari Tuhan. Apatah lagi kalau ianya berkait dengan ibu dan ayah. Kesilapanku adalah tidak mengendahkan suara hati itu dan aku patut menanggung kekesalan ini.... ayah , moga roh mu di rahmati Allah..amin.