Assalamualaikum,
Peace be upon you...
Um... haven't been online for a while, 7 days to be exact. Why? This is the reason...
Exactly at 4.00 pm me and Aalia heard an explosion at our side porch. Suddenly, we heard Haris cried , no, screamed out very loud. He rushed inside the house with blisters on his left arm and left side of his face, screaming of horror by the sight of the awful burn. Then Kak Ina drove him to the clinic, assuming that there was no need for him to be hospitalized. What do you think?
Then the doctor recommended for haris to be hospitalized, but still, he wasn't. Why? I don't know... So we let him sleep without bandages and badly wound throughout the night. What did we do to his arm and face? We merely rubbed an ointment, and that was all. We let him sleep him through the night without telling our parents.
His face and arm started to swell, he couldn't even open his eyes. He whined, saying that it was painful.
Then night came, mak and abah just came back from KL, they just finished a program there. Mak was looking forward to hug haris and see his face, unaware that his face was already swelling and his arm badly wounded. When our parents saw him, mak and abah cried. They rushed him to the hospital while we waited for them to call, to yell at us and blame us for what happened.
Aalia went to school for her mid semester exam, and I was waiting for news at home. My eyes were swollen from all the crying, thinking about haris. How was he, where was he, was he mad at us for not taking care of him? Was mak and abah mad at us? I cried while waiting for abah to call. Then early in the morning, abah called, telling me to get ready. That we were going to the hospital.
All the way to the hospital, it was only me and abah. Silence slowly ate me when suddenly abah told me, "We can already face the music. There must be some hikmah if Allah wanted all this to happen. So just pray and don't blame yourselves. You just need to explain to us what happened while we were gone."
Silently, I cried again, for my parents were very forgiving, and that they were not mad at us. But day and night I kept crying, wishing that this wouldn't have happened if we were looking after his every step, where he'd gone that day. I blamed myself, because haris wouldn't have burn himself if I didn't set the fire.
But then just yesterday, as I saw him getting better, I realized that I couldn't blame myself. Because what abah and Ustazah Tini said was right. That all of this has a hikmah. And I just realized that, and that I couldn't help but smile as I see haris. I know that after this, despite the accident, he would grow up to be a strong man, mentally and physically. I can already see it by the way he endured the pain when his wounds were mended by the nurses, the way he pushed aside the pain and managed to make friends despite his bandaged arm.
He was strong, and I know he will be a benefit to mankind. And I pray that he'll stay that way.
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