Chapter Two
It is always synonym that if you a Bugis, there bound to be a Saka attached to you or to one of your family member. If you don't have any problems with the unseen, praise to Allah, you can be living normally as a human being. I am not saying those with Saka attached can't lead a normal life, we can actually. It is how we handle it and how strong is our mind and soul.
Well, actually Saka is not an unseen property for the Bugis only. I've seen Chinese saka, wearing Manchus attire and wielding a really big sword and another looking like a very big belly wise man. (Happened at a friend's house in 2001) I've seen a Javanese girl with her Saka, lepaking in the back seat of her car. Give a fright because I thought it was a man trying to kidnap her. (happened right in front of Concept Comm office). I still waiting to see a Mat Salleh saka LOLZ.
As I have written in the last chapter, I only see them when my eyes closed. When the eyes closed, the surrounding at first is pitch black and then the shape of the surrounding materializes. Then if there is any unseen thing, you either can see as a person or just maybe, a light shaping like a human being. Never once, I've seen them in gory form. Always as human. Alhamdulillah. And better still, now I won't see them all the time I close my eyes. The ability is now intermittent. Boy, am I glad.
Back in 1998, right after the initiation which I never asked for. Things seem to be very weird and sometimes mind-boggling. At first, it was just the ability to read minds. Then, my mouth will speak out without control when asked on certain things. The answer mostly are not thought off, it just flowed. Then one night, my school buddy, Ilham asked me what is Abang Nuar is doing now while we was in his car. A screen just appeared in front of me and I can see the old man was opening a safe at a house. I asked my buddy to call him and asked him, whose money is he counting. On that screen, I see the old man picked up the phone, then looked around him and asked, how do you know? My buddy said "Bob yang suruh tanya." The old man asked us to come to his house in an hour. So we went there. The old man asked me how I come to know what he is doing. I just related to him what happened in the car. He was a bit suprised as he usually have a barrier to deny people to see what he is doing. I just said " I don't know, it just happened." He just said, "You are different." I told him that I really felt it is a bit weird to pry on someone. What if when someone asked for a person, and that person is having some intimate moments. It will be like watching a free live porno. LOLZ
The old man just said, you will come to grasp these abilities in due time. I told him that I would rather not have all these except one ability; to be able to hear a person speak in other languages and then can even speak back to them in that languages without the need to learn it. Sigh. The ability I am still not getting till today. If not, I'll be traveling around the world now.
As for my ability to read people minds, my buddy Ilham whom I flashed as a businessman, got better ideas to make use of my abilities. When he goes on a business meeting, I will be asked to tag along for the discussion. In return, he will belanja me makan and gae me some petrol money. I remembered one particular meeting at PJ Hilton, we are supposed to meet up with an old lady and her son. The discussion was about a land deal in Sabah. The minute I saw them, I keep getting this words, tipu, tipu, tipu. So I keep my cool and just listen to the discussion. At the end of the discussion, my buddy asked me,
"Anything?"
I told him to steer clear from these people. And a few days later, I read the papers and one column was written about a lady and her son being arrested for trying to scam. Mmmmm. So from late 98 to early 99, I was known as Mr Scanner until I find it depressing as most of the people I met in the discussion are mostly con-artist and calls it quit.
Another ability which I wish I never had was the ability to see a person whom within the forty days before their life ends. It is just written on their faces. I see it but the rest can't. It really hurts me because most I saw was my relatives. The first was my brother-in-law. He had Thalassemia and so were the other brother and sister. Two weeks before he died we went back to Terengganu for a visit. I just couldn't look his face. I just know he was nearing the date of embarkation to the other side but I don't know when the exact date. He passed away at the age of 17. 3 months after he passed away, we came again to visit and bring back my son. I left my baby son there to make my in-laws occupied. When we came to the house yard, the other brother in law was playing. As I came to a stop, my first word uttered out loud was "Ya Allah, he is also within days." The next day, I brought him to A&W at pantai Battu Burok with my wife. We took photos together but when we send for processing that photo session at A&W were blanks. A week later, the dreaded phone call came and my brother in laws has passed away. The most heart breaking was when my Mom was admitted to the hospital because of the pain my mother was having. I came immediately to the hospital, and then I saw that look. Under the eyes was black spots and the eyes was very strange.
I broke to tears and told my brother,
"Along tak nampak ke? Mak dah dalam hari."
My brother just said
"Tak ada ler, Mak rindu kat anak perempuan dia je. Tak ada apa-apa."
She was discharged a few days later and later on readmitted on a different sickness. This time it was diabetic-related sickness. Then she had pain at her lower back. And everytime I went to the hospital I still will see that look. And I couldn't bear to see my mother in pain. So, I just took the initiative and place my palm on her back to relief her of her pain. I just said praises to the prophet and Allah, and lay my hand. I didn't rub or massage. I just lay my hands there. The pain she felt ebbed away and I always end up burping. And after that session, my hand became so red. And since I have no recollection of how to cleanse the hand, I left it be and went home. That night, I had a dream that my body was in pain and being pulled into the earth. It was so painful and when I woke up, I end up with a very sore back. I made an oath that I would rather face the pain rather than my mother had to endure it. At that time I was involved in a studio shoot in MMU for Kirawang's Game Show. So every other day, I will go to the hospital and lay my hands on her. I even once lay my hand and slept beside her. And that every night, I face the unbearable pain. I am just glad to see my mother was relieved of her pain. That was all I can afford to do. She still have that look. A week later, I found out I can actually washed off the redness on my palm by just running water on the hand and says praises to Allah and the prophet. Since then, I have no more pain on my back at night. I continued doing the palm session till she was discharged. Then when on a Wednesday, I asked my friend to drop me to my parents' house. I saw her in her telekung on the chair reciting the Quran. I came to her and apologised to her for any mistakes, words or action that had made her mad at me. I hugged her and kissed her cheek. Profusely, asking for forgiveness. I asked her to doa for my success for the sake of her grandchildren.
On Friday, Oct 25, 2004, I was a bit happy that I have received some payments and went shopping for a new TV. We passed by Ulu Kelang but I refrained myself of dropping by that day as I am planning to celebrate my third son. I bought a cake with the flavour loved by my mother. That night at 2am, I was about to start my editing at Kirawang. The phone rang. My sister asked me to come to the house and hang up, I called back my parents' house and my cousin answered. She just said my mother has passed away. I just hang up and look down the floor. No tears came. I just typed an SMS message and sent to everyone in the phone. And I sat there for an hour, disbelieving what has happened. I know she was in her days but it still made me blurred. When I reached home to fetch my family, the minute I entered the master bedroom. I burst to tears. We were the last of the family to arrive. I was the last to kiss her forehead before she was wrapped and I was the last to touch her face so her face will touch the soil in her graves. To me, I have done my duty for my mother. The mother that gave birth to me and raised me to what I am today. I am utterly grateful to her and I still miss her till today. Man, I don't know why I going off the topic but I suddenly realized her birthday is just a few days away. June 2nd, happy birthday, mak. AlFatihah.
OK, Back to the story.
After my Mom passed away. And after the whole family chatted with her after the tahlil. Oh did I said my family is a bit weird? LOLZ. yes, we had a chat with my Mom that night. I asked her some things that only me and her knows and the answer was correct. And I was burping, the same burp I usually had when I lay my palm on her back. So every time I burped mysteriously at the time, I know she was there. The burping was gone after 40 days.
All this while I was having these abilities and that one ability, I would rather not having. So I thought of how to reduce this abilities. I found out that if I told people about my abilities, it slowly becoming less and less. I met an old man and told him my abilities, and he confirmed that if I kept to my self, I can grow stronger and many abilities will emerged. I said no thank you. I rather lead a normal life. This was more of a curse than a gift. So I started to tell my stories to any tom, dick, jane and harry. And Alhamdulillah, I was not listening words when no one is speaking. But then at certain times, the abilities will come and go. I can't control it but it is not as bad as like having it every day. It is an intermittent occasion.
Opps the timeline is disrupted. I missed a few stories he he he.
OK Back to 1999, after I had my Saka and these abilities, I was a bit scared. Scared I becoming riak or becoming too engrossed in unseen phenomena. With a stroke of luck, one of my three buddies that night wanted to know a bit more about tasauf. He knows that the old man has many experience. Since, I was more closer to the old man, my buddy always bring me along to see the old man. So we start to discuss about it. The topics were very weird and definitely out of human minds. For example, he related the story of why the jari hantu (middle finger) is called jari hantu. Don't asked me the story because whatever story he told me, I just can't remember it. Another is about every movement in our prayers, it resembles "alif, ba, ta ......" Then he will start to ask my buddy questions. Weird questions. Since I was not the one interested in learning, I just listened. But I always quitely answered the questions. One particular night, I was sitting on the stairs in the house, the old man was at the kitchen table while my buddy was lying on the floor trying hard to find the answer. I already answered the question and told the old man quitely. Suddenly, I saw this blurry image on top of my friend. It was a head with curly hairs and have a very tan skin tones. Looks more like an orang asli but the image was blurry. It was shaking his head sideways and it was just the head! I was a bit shocked and quitely I asked the old man.
"Bang Nuar, abang nampak tak apa mende kat atas .......(" Bang Nuar, do you see what is on top of .....")
"Eh, Bob. Ko nampak ke kepala tu?" (Eh, Bob. You can see the head?")
"Ha, ah, sapa tu?" ("Yup, who is that?")
"Tak de, dia tu geleng kepala sebab kenapa ler kawan ko ni bengap sangat." ("Nah... He is shaking his head before your friend is too naive.")
Then the head just disappeared. Wow, what an experience. Seeing the head. LOLZ
It was almost three weeks of our discussion session, one day I paid a visit to my parents' house. My brother was there and I related the experience I had to my brother. My brother told me it was my time. He has his in Pasir Gudang. The person he talked to was a homeopathy seller. He kept seeing the person till his Saka came to him. So, he said it may happened at not at the same time and places but how I told him my experience, resembled his. My brother at time has the ability to see a person and can accurately describe the person and place. He tried to see the old man at Kg Baru. All he see was a short, stout person but he can see only his back. His description is accurate. I noticed my Dad was listening from afar and I sensed he was not happy about the topics we were talking. When I told my brother about the discussion on tasauf. My father just said.
"Udahler. jangan nak belajar benda-benda tu. Ko boleh jadi gila. Takpun, hidup susah nanti."
"Alang tak belajar, Abah. Kitaorang bincang je."
" Sama ler tu. Dah, Abah tak nak dengar ko belajar benda ini.
I felt strange why my Dad was a bit off about the topic. I later found out but that is in the later chapter.
One thing I found out about people whom are into tasauf, they tend not to do the compulsory five times a day prayers. It really disturbed me. I can't simply told him to pray as he is older than me. So I made an effort, for everyday after work at places which make Kg Baru as along the route home, I will dropped by his house to perform my prayers.
So. on one evening I dropped by to say my Maghrib prayer. Before I was about to go to the bathroom. The old man stopped me and told me he want to ask me a question. This is the last question and this will end the topic about the tasauf. And there is no thousands of zikr or bersolok. If I answered correctly, I am done.
The question was simple.
"Di mana tegaknya satu?"
So I hesitated to think, pulled out my pen and scribbled in Arabic the word Allah. I added the sabdu. I just pointed the line on top the sabdu. And said
"Di sini tegaknya satu."
By that word, he smiled and said,
"Kamu dah selesai."
"Amende dah selesai?"
"Ko mungkin tak merasa apa-apa sekarang tapi jiwa ko dah kenal diri ko. Ko akan rasa lain nanti, Bob."
I went back, slept and the next day, everything felt different. I was facing a bad financial year but at that moment, it didn't worries me. It is as if my perspective towards the world has changed overnight. And here I am, with a few bucks in hand, I was less worried and never felt happy. What had really happened? I now understand the meaning "Know thy self." If we know who we are in this world, we will not have the feeling of riak or looking down upon others. For some, they may called me maksum. I know it is just a word. I know I am not. I am just a person in this world, with God given abilities and Alhamdulillah, it also given me to know who I am. The only mistake is I started to dig deeper to know myself and for that, the unseen seems to enjoy making my life misreable with test after test.
(To be continued)
Just for note: This is the old man of Kg Baru,
It is always synonym that if you a Bugis, there bound to be a Saka attached to you or to one of your family member. If you don't have any problems with the unseen, praise to Allah, you can be living normally as a human being. I am not saying those with Saka attached can't lead a normal life, we can actually. It is how we handle it and how strong is our mind and soul.
Well, actually Saka is not an unseen property for the Bugis only. I've seen Chinese saka, wearing Manchus attire and wielding a really big sword and another looking like a very big belly wise man. (Happened at a friend's house in 2001) I've seen a Javanese girl with her Saka, lepaking in the back seat of her car. Give a fright because I thought it was a man trying to kidnap her. (happened right in front of Concept Comm office). I still waiting to see a Mat Salleh saka LOLZ.
As I have written in the last chapter, I only see them when my eyes closed. When the eyes closed, the surrounding at first is pitch black and then the shape of the surrounding materializes. Then if there is any unseen thing, you either can see as a person or just maybe, a light shaping like a human being. Never once, I've seen them in gory form. Always as human. Alhamdulillah. And better still, now I won't see them all the time I close my eyes. The ability is now intermittent. Boy, am I glad.
Back in 1998, right after the initiation which I never asked for. Things seem to be very weird and sometimes mind-boggling. At first, it was just the ability to read minds. Then, my mouth will speak out without control when asked on certain things. The answer mostly are not thought off, it just flowed. Then one night, my school buddy, Ilham asked me what is Abang Nuar is doing now while we was in his car. A screen just appeared in front of me and I can see the old man was opening a safe at a house. I asked my buddy to call him and asked him, whose money is he counting. On that screen, I see the old man picked up the phone, then looked around him and asked, how do you know? My buddy said "Bob yang suruh tanya." The old man asked us to come to his house in an hour. So we went there. The old man asked me how I come to know what he is doing. I just related to him what happened in the car. He was a bit suprised as he usually have a barrier to deny people to see what he is doing. I just said " I don't know, it just happened." He just said, "You are different." I told him that I really felt it is a bit weird to pry on someone. What if when someone asked for a person, and that person is having some intimate moments. It will be like watching a free live porno. LOLZ
The old man just said, you will come to grasp these abilities in due time. I told him that I would rather not have all these except one ability; to be able to hear a person speak in other languages and then can even speak back to them in that languages without the need to learn it. Sigh. The ability I am still not getting till today. If not, I'll be traveling around the world now.
As for my ability to read people minds, my buddy Ilham whom I flashed as a businessman, got better ideas to make use of my abilities. When he goes on a business meeting, I will be asked to tag along for the discussion. In return, he will belanja me makan and gae me some petrol money. I remembered one particular meeting at PJ Hilton, we are supposed to meet up with an old lady and her son. The discussion was about a land deal in Sabah. The minute I saw them, I keep getting this words, tipu, tipu, tipu. So I keep my cool and just listen to the discussion. At the end of the discussion, my buddy asked me,
"Anything?"
I told him to steer clear from these people. And a few days later, I read the papers and one column was written about a lady and her son being arrested for trying to scam. Mmmmm. So from late 98 to early 99, I was known as Mr Scanner until I find it depressing as most of the people I met in the discussion are mostly con-artist and calls it quit.
Another ability which I wish I never had was the ability to see a person whom within the forty days before their life ends. It is just written on their faces. I see it but the rest can't. It really hurts me because most I saw was my relatives. The first was my brother-in-law. He had Thalassemia and so were the other brother and sister. Two weeks before he died we went back to Terengganu for a visit. I just couldn't look his face. I just know he was nearing the date of embarkation to the other side but I don't know when the exact date. He passed away at the age of 17. 3 months after he passed away, we came again to visit and bring back my son. I left my baby son there to make my in-laws occupied. When we came to the house yard, the other brother in law was playing. As I came to a stop, my first word uttered out loud was "Ya Allah, he is also within days." The next day, I brought him to A&W at pantai Battu Burok with my wife. We took photos together but when we send for processing that photo session at A&W were blanks. A week later, the dreaded phone call came and my brother in laws has passed away. The most heart breaking was when my Mom was admitted to the hospital because of the pain my mother was having. I came immediately to the hospital, and then I saw that look. Under the eyes was black spots and the eyes was very strange.
I broke to tears and told my brother,
"Along tak nampak ke? Mak dah dalam hari."
My brother just said
"Tak ada ler, Mak rindu kat anak perempuan dia je. Tak ada apa-apa."
She was discharged a few days later and later on readmitted on a different sickness. This time it was diabetic-related sickness. Then she had pain at her lower back. And everytime I went to the hospital I still will see that look. And I couldn't bear to see my mother in pain. So, I just took the initiative and place my palm on her back to relief her of her pain. I just said praises to the prophet and Allah, and lay my hand. I didn't rub or massage. I just lay my hands there. The pain she felt ebbed away and I always end up burping. And after that session, my hand became so red. And since I have no recollection of how to cleanse the hand, I left it be and went home. That night, I had a dream that my body was in pain and being pulled into the earth. It was so painful and when I woke up, I end up with a very sore back. I made an oath that I would rather face the pain rather than my mother had to endure it. At that time I was involved in a studio shoot in MMU for Kirawang's Game Show. So every other day, I will go to the hospital and lay my hands on her. I even once lay my hand and slept beside her. And that every night, I face the unbearable pain. I am just glad to see my mother was relieved of her pain. That was all I can afford to do. She still have that look. A week later, I found out I can actually washed off the redness on my palm by just running water on the hand and says praises to Allah and the prophet. Since then, I have no more pain on my back at night. I continued doing the palm session till she was discharged. Then when on a Wednesday, I asked my friend to drop me to my parents' house. I saw her in her telekung on the chair reciting the Quran. I came to her and apologised to her for any mistakes, words or action that had made her mad at me. I hugged her and kissed her cheek. Profusely, asking for forgiveness. I asked her to doa for my success for the sake of her grandchildren.
On Friday, Oct 25, 2004, I was a bit happy that I have received some payments and went shopping for a new TV. We passed by Ulu Kelang but I refrained myself of dropping by that day as I am planning to celebrate my third son. I bought a cake with the flavour loved by my mother. That night at 2am, I was about to start my editing at Kirawang. The phone rang. My sister asked me to come to the house and hang up, I called back my parents' house and my cousin answered. She just said my mother has passed away. I just hang up and look down the floor. No tears came. I just typed an SMS message and sent to everyone in the phone. And I sat there for an hour, disbelieving what has happened. I know she was in her days but it still made me blurred. When I reached home to fetch my family, the minute I entered the master bedroom. I burst to tears. We were the last of the family to arrive. I was the last to kiss her forehead before she was wrapped and I was the last to touch her face so her face will touch the soil in her graves. To me, I have done my duty for my mother. The mother that gave birth to me and raised me to what I am today. I am utterly grateful to her and I still miss her till today. Man, I don't know why I going off the topic but I suddenly realized her birthday is just a few days away. June 2nd, happy birthday, mak. AlFatihah.
OK, Back to the story.
After my Mom passed away. And after the whole family chatted with her after the tahlil. Oh did I said my family is a bit weird? LOLZ. yes, we had a chat with my Mom that night. I asked her some things that only me and her knows and the answer was correct. And I was burping, the same burp I usually had when I lay my palm on her back. So every time I burped mysteriously at the time, I know she was there. The burping was gone after 40 days.
All this while I was having these abilities and that one ability, I would rather not having. So I thought of how to reduce this abilities. I found out that if I told people about my abilities, it slowly becoming less and less. I met an old man and told him my abilities, and he confirmed that if I kept to my self, I can grow stronger and many abilities will emerged. I said no thank you. I rather lead a normal life. This was more of a curse than a gift. So I started to tell my stories to any tom, dick, jane and harry. And Alhamdulillah, I was not listening words when no one is speaking. But then at certain times, the abilities will come and go. I can't control it but it is not as bad as like having it every day. It is an intermittent occasion.
Opps the timeline is disrupted. I missed a few stories he he he.
OK Back to 1999, after I had my Saka and these abilities, I was a bit scared. Scared I becoming riak or becoming too engrossed in unseen phenomena. With a stroke of luck, one of my three buddies that night wanted to know a bit more about tasauf. He knows that the old man has many experience. Since, I was more closer to the old man, my buddy always bring me along to see the old man. So we start to discuss about it. The topics were very weird and definitely out of human minds. For example, he related the story of why the jari hantu (middle finger) is called jari hantu. Don't asked me the story because whatever story he told me, I just can't remember it. Another is about every movement in our prayers, it resembles "alif, ba, ta ......" Then he will start to ask my buddy questions. Weird questions. Since I was not the one interested in learning, I just listened. But I always quitely answered the questions. One particular night, I was sitting on the stairs in the house, the old man was at the kitchen table while my buddy was lying on the floor trying hard to find the answer. I already answered the question and told the old man quitely. Suddenly, I saw this blurry image on top of my friend. It was a head with curly hairs and have a very tan skin tones. Looks more like an orang asli but the image was blurry. It was shaking his head sideways and it was just the head! I was a bit shocked and quitely I asked the old man.
"Bang Nuar, abang nampak tak apa mende kat atas .......(" Bang Nuar, do you see what is on top of .....")
"Eh, Bob. Ko nampak ke kepala tu?" (Eh, Bob. You can see the head?")
"Ha, ah, sapa tu?" ("Yup, who is that?")
"Tak de, dia tu geleng kepala sebab kenapa ler kawan ko ni bengap sangat." ("Nah... He is shaking his head before your friend is too naive.")
Then the head just disappeared. Wow, what an experience. Seeing the head. LOLZ
It was almost three weeks of our discussion session, one day I paid a visit to my parents' house. My brother was there and I related the experience I had to my brother. My brother told me it was my time. He has his in Pasir Gudang. The person he talked to was a homeopathy seller. He kept seeing the person till his Saka came to him. So, he said it may happened at not at the same time and places but how I told him my experience, resembled his. My brother at time has the ability to see a person and can accurately describe the person and place. He tried to see the old man at Kg Baru. All he see was a short, stout person but he can see only his back. His description is accurate. I noticed my Dad was listening from afar and I sensed he was not happy about the topics we were talking. When I told my brother about the discussion on tasauf. My father just said.
"Udahler. jangan nak belajar benda-benda tu. Ko boleh jadi gila. Takpun, hidup susah nanti."
"Alang tak belajar, Abah. Kitaorang bincang je."
" Sama ler tu. Dah, Abah tak nak dengar ko belajar benda ini.
I felt strange why my Dad was a bit off about the topic. I later found out but that is in the later chapter.
One thing I found out about people whom are into tasauf, they tend not to do the compulsory five times a day prayers. It really disturbed me. I can't simply told him to pray as he is older than me. So I made an effort, for everyday after work at places which make Kg Baru as along the route home, I will dropped by his house to perform my prayers.
So. on one evening I dropped by to say my Maghrib prayer. Before I was about to go to the bathroom. The old man stopped me and told me he want to ask me a question. This is the last question and this will end the topic about the tasauf. And there is no thousands of zikr or bersolok. If I answered correctly, I am done.
The question was simple.
"Di mana tegaknya satu?"
So I hesitated to think, pulled out my pen and scribbled in Arabic the word Allah. I added the sabdu. I just pointed the line on top the sabdu. And said
"Di sini tegaknya satu."
By that word, he smiled and said,
"Kamu dah selesai."
"Amende dah selesai?"
"Ko mungkin tak merasa apa-apa sekarang tapi jiwa ko dah kenal diri ko. Ko akan rasa lain nanti, Bob."
I went back, slept and the next day, everything felt different. I was facing a bad financial year but at that moment, it didn't worries me. It is as if my perspective towards the world has changed overnight. And here I am, with a few bucks in hand, I was less worried and never felt happy. What had really happened? I now understand the meaning "Know thy self." If we know who we are in this world, we will not have the feeling of riak or looking down upon others. For some, they may called me maksum. I know it is just a word. I know I am not. I am just a person in this world, with God given abilities and Alhamdulillah, it also given me to know who I am. The only mistake is I started to dig deeper to know myself and for that, the unseen seems to enjoy making my life misreable with test after test.
(To be continued)
Just for note: This is the old man of Kg Baru,
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