Mystery

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful

Assalamualaikum

Title: Life's a Mystery

Something just doesn't feel right today. I've got this strong feeling, that something bad is about to happen; either towards me, or towards my own family. Half the time, most of my instincts do come true. Call me a psychic if you will, but I keep getting these 'deja vu' feeling. Probably 65% of my dreams at night, would come true later in the day. Back in 2004, I dreamt that my pet rabbit would die, and they did the week after. Then somewhere in 2006, I dreamt that my grandma would die, and she did the next day.

I don't know if this is a gift from the Almighty. Otherwise, this could all perhaps be a mere coincidence. And then there is another weird thing about me. I could sense if an individual is sincere or not. I don't intend to boast but I have a good sense of judgement; particularly when it comes to people. But that's besides the point because this isn't what that I had wanted to blog about. I had wanted to blog about something else instead.

I have a stalker, and I had only realised that yesterday. It all started from Facebook. He is a friend to my other friend; from Pergas's Sijil Lanjutan Pengajian Islam (SLPI) at Al-Khair mosque. He added me up on Facebook and I accepted his friend request on account that he is my friend's friend. We hardly ever communicate; well only through my facebook status updates. He would comment on this and would comment and that. So well, initially I thought that he was just trying to be friendly.

And then exactly 2 days ago, he sent me a private facebook message asking about the health condition of my dad because he thought that my dad was sick. He somehow knew that I had Pergas SPI class on every Wednesday and Friday evenings. I didn't know that he was at Assyakirin on last Wednesday. He waited for my class to end, but he eventually left thank God, because Hadith class ended late on that day due to a syafawi test that I had to sit for, with several other students in the class.

His Facebook messages kept coming in for throughout the whole of yesterday. By the looks of it, my instincts told me that perhaps, he had wanted us to be more than just friends. I became a little bit more wary of him by then. And then he had a request; he wanted to see me live and that he was going to be at Assyakirin on Friday. When I was in train, on my way towards Jurong East, another message came in and he asked if I had already reached Lakeside. I freaked out. Was he waiting for me at Lakeside Mrt? I told him straight away that I am uncomfortable about this whole thing and that it is best if we don't meet. He merely laughed it off and said that he knew it was haraam for a girl and a guy to be meeting each other without a mahram etc and he claimed that he was already at Assyakirin.

Fearing for my security, I took a cab to Assyakirin instead of the bus from Lakeside MRT because it was almost Maghrib and I was already running late for class. I reached the mosque safely fortunately. When it was time for Isya' I received another facebook message from him and he claimed to have had caught a glimpse of me by the staircase. Thankfully, I wasn't alone at that point of time. I was with the girls in my class. & I had just found out from yesterday that he was not just a student of Pergas's SLPI, he was also in the Kelas Bimbingan Remaja (KBR) class that's held on every Friday evenings. I was surprised to learn that he is in the Tahfiz program as well but I don't know where exactly he takes up his Tahfiz class. But the fact their KBR classroom is located directly opposite of the classroom that I was in, would only make things worse.

After my class had ended last night, there was another facebook message from him and in it he asked: Are you going home with your friends after this? I said yes. Then came his reply: It has been quite some time since I've last saw you. I last saw you during Ramadhan at Assyakirin this year. That last message from him, hit me really hard. Because from what I can remember, he added me on Facebook, sometime after Ramadhan. Which could only mean one thing; he probably knew who I was, before I was even aware of his existence. That was the last blow, and so I immediately blocked him off my Facebook account. What a creep!  

Bumping into him in the mosque would now be inevitable; especially if it is on Friday evenings. I have yet to made this known to my parents because I couldn't find the courage to and I can't find the right time to. Cik Mariani and Kak Ain are aware of this matter and Kak Ain's willing to fetch me from the bus-stop everyweek from now on. I don't intend to hide about this matter from my parent's any further so, I will have to let them know about this by tonight. I don't know how their response would be like. But one thing's for sure, they are gonna tighten up their security on me like crazy.

Perhaps, I am overseeing things but hey, I am a girl afterall. I have every right to stay precautious, don't I? And now, the thought of going Niqab, hit me again. I'm not beautiful, or pretty or anything like that but I fear that this flawless face of mine that Allah has blessed me with, would be a trial for the brothers in the mosque, or to any other places that I go to, for that matter.

' O Allah, please protect me and forgive that man for his misdoings. I put my faith and my trust in You. Protect me from the evildoings of mankind Ya Rabb. I'm weak, I'm innocent and I'm fragile, and only to You do I turn to for help. '

Please make doa' for my safety! ]'=