A Long Journey ~ Part 2

Alhamdulillah, hari ini anakanda tercinta, Arish Ulwa bin Shahril berumur genap 2 tahun. Syukur Ya Allah, syukur.

Semoga panjang umur, murah rezeki anakku. Semoga membesar dengan sihat menjadi anak yang soleh, berjasa untuk agama, bangsa dan negara.
Dikaulah permata hati, pengarang jantung, my chubby bunny boy yang menolong Bonda stay waras ketika buat PhD ni. Hehehe~ ;p

Alhamdulillah Papa ingatkan Bonda sebulan sebelum tarikh lahir Arish. Berkobar-kobar Bonda buat kad dan hantar ke CBeebies. Dari pagi Papa dan Bonda melekat depan tv tunggu kot-kot kad Arish keluar. Akhirnya pada slot ketiga pukul 12.15 pm, keluar juga.\^0^/

Nampak tak kad Arish kat mana? Hehe~


Baiklah, sekarang kita sambung dengan terjemahan cerpen daripada Zaharah Nawawi.

A Long Journey

By: Zaharah Nawawi

Translated by: Firuz Akhtar Mohamad Bohari


“We’ll just keep these things in the trunk of the car so that Mother won’t see them.” Sham thought of the idea to avoid hurting his mother-in-law’s feelings.

“Do you believe in Mother’s opinion, abang?[1] It’s a huge prohibition to prepare early for the arrival of the baby; if this is done, the baby won’t live long.” Rugayah looked at Sham, who was calmly driving home.

“If I believed that, I wouldn’t have gone shopping with you.”

“But Mother really believes it. She said if it’s not the baby that dies, then the mother will be doomed.”

“She’s from the old generation, Gai. We can’t hurt her feelings by disobeying her advice openly, blatantly disregarding her. We should consider her heart, but at the same time, we should also make early preparations, so we won’t be rushed like before. Besides, we don’t know when she will change her view. That’s a different issue.”

“But Munah’s baby…”

“Don’t forget, Gai, no living being dies unless it’s with God’s permission. ‘Death is a fixed matter.’ That is the interpretation of the verse in Al-Quran[2] from the chapter Al-Imran, verse 145, that I read a while ago.”

Rugayah was startled. Amazed. She grew silent, but not because she felt defeated. She was actually embarrassed—an embarrassment that she felt towards her husband because she had forgotten Allah’s power, which could not be described in words. Rugayah reached for her husband’s hand on the gearshift. She caressed his sturdy hand with gratitude and an apology. Sham let Rugayah stroke his fingers.

The sound of Mother’s voice calling her name became louder. Rugayah’s daydream disappeared, swooped away by the wind. Swiftly, Rugayah hid all the baby items at the bottom of the bag. She quickly arranged the batik cloth and her loose blouses on top, making the blouses appear as if they had been hastily stuffed into the bag.

“When do you want to go to the hospital, Gayah?”

“In a bit, Mother. I have called abang Sham. He will be back in a while.”

“Have all the necessities been put in the bag?” Mother reached for the huge bag at Rugayah’s feet. Rugayah froze.

“Nothing left out?” Mother started to examine the surface items in the bag to make sure that everything needed was inside.

“What did you pack to make it this big, Gayah?” Mother checked the contents of the bag, which seemed unusually big to be holding only Rugayah’s stuff. Rugayah was tongue-tied, not answering or even moving. Her eyes followed Mother’s every hand movement.

“Mother, there’s no need to take the things out of the bag. We won’t have time to put them back,” pleaded Rugayah. Her gaze appealed to her mother’s mercy.

However, by the time Rugayah had finished speaking, the contents of the bag were scattered on the mat. Plenty. The final item was the set of baby clothes, now in Mother’s hands.

“You…” Mother’s eyes were fixed on the diapers, soap, and the baby clothes that she had just taken out. “You really want to experience it, don’t you?” Mother’s face changed. Pale. Her lips began to quiver.

[1] Women in Malaysia usually address their husbands as ‘abang.’

[2] Al-Quran or Quran is the holy book in Islam.