bintighazali and musyrifs

Assalaamualaikum

I truly don’t hate you

Trust me, it is true.

It’s not your fault that we refused

To let you walk me home and my housemates too.

It’s not your fault that I ignored you,

Or that we rolled our eyes at you.

It’s not your fault, I’m telling you,

That when you talked, we were not listening

To all of your lecturing

That talk about what you were doing

About a musyrif’s job and everything.

Wait! Who am I kidding?

You knew it’s not your fault.

It never was.

But you can’t blame it on us.

So don’t be so harsh, or close to noxious,

Or cold like winter was.

Excuse me, if I didn’t want to be a burden.

Pardon me, if I didn’t want to listen.

Forgive me, because this all is too sudden.

I’m sorry, if I’ve caused you any problem.

I never meant to cause mayhem.

 I was just here, a week or two

When I heard about this strange rule

That we must have a brother to

Take us anywhere we want to go to.

Near or far, it doesn’t matter.

After isyak, you have to bring a brother.

Take a look at my face

Word “newbie” is stuck on it

Look closely and you’ll see it

So don’t judge if we don’t understand it

And if you don’t want to take us because it’s late

Speak the truth don’t tell me you’re sick

We’re new

No doubt about it

Just tell us the rule

Make us understand it

For ALLAH’s sake

Give us some credit.

Who knows maybe after some time

We may even put your number on speed dial

Or activate it on our lists of Etisalat’s pals

When we need you, we’ll give a call

By then, you better pick up the calls

If you don’t, you’ll ruin our trust in you all

Then I’m never calling you for good

Better yet, I’ll cross your names off of my phone book

No, look.

It’s just a joke

I won’t do any of those

I’ll just stay here and cook

Cek mek, pau and keropok

“Oh wait, minyak habis canne nak goring keropok?”

Maybe I’ll go out for a sec, is it okay “atuk?”

Forget the food, here’s a true story.

They were so sweet

When we’re walking down the street

They asked me “how are your feet?”

“are they okay?”

“coz your house is still blocks away”

“can you walk all the way?”

“or should we take a cab istead?”

“nope” I said.

“I’ll walk. I’m used to that”

Merely moments after I said no,

They went and got a can anyway.

I hated that they decided for me

Acting all bossy with me

Why ask? If you have it all planned already.

It took me by surprise

Because without looking into my eyes

They said, “wouldn’t want you to get tired”

I knew I didn’t misheard

But the saying made me nervous

“are they joking, or are they serious?”

Coz we just met  a few minutes ago

Even if I’m drenched in sweats, just let it go

Relax, why would you care?

And that cab? You better pay for the fare.

I never wanted it at the first place

There you have it, I rest my case.

But just as we arrived

They when to that cab guy

They did pay for the ride

And said “don’t worry, it’s alright”

I didn’t know how to reply

Think I said “thank you” but it cannot comply

To the fact that they took their time

And sent me home

It sucks when I remember

That I could have been nicer

Surely they deserved better

If only I was not such a hater

Assuming that they didn’t bother

About me or my safety

Now, one fact I can guarantee

They were respecting us

Looking out for us
so that nothing could harm us

Because,

When you’re far from home

Each other is all you can count on

Funny, as I think back

The past year playing like a track

Like a CD going round and round

Ironically, making no sound.

This different idea that I found

Unique, and unbelievably profound

Yeah, new place. New town.

Screw the ifs, ands, and buts,

Leave no room for any doubts

For everything has its flaws

Don’t waste time digging up them all

Respect is how I can describe

For all they’ve done and sacrificed

Time, money, as well as might

They are so committed

How come we’re not?

So now I have a clue

About musyrifs and what they do

Some just do, because they want to

Some just feel responsible

The intentions may be variable

But the ground is so simple

Because,

In this faith that we share

Being “brothers and sisters”

Is a good enough reason to care

This down here, in all CAPITAL LETTERS is a piece from the contents of a flyer from JAKSIperubatan.

"SISTERS, KNOW THAT WE, YOUR BROTHERS WILL FIGHT FOR YOUR HONOUR AND WILL DIE FOR YOUR PROTECTION, YOU ARE DEARER TO US THAN THE BLOOD THAT RUNS THROUGH OUR VEINS AND THE AIR WHICH WE BREATH. WE WILL NEVER CEASE TO DO OUR BEST FOR YOU, AND WE URGE YOU TO BE STRONG AND BE PATIENT, AND TO FACE THE TAUNTS OF THE KUFFAR WITH STEADFASTNESS."