I brought Rayyan Ariff for his usual swimming session yesterday. As always, he was enjoying himself there. Suddenly, two chinese girls came and they were splashing water to his face. I told them to stop as Rayyan Ariff started to have problem in breathing as the water went straight to his nose.. Although I was telling them to stop, they kept on doing it which force me to change my tone.. Since I was half screaming, they stopped.
"Kenapa dia cacat? Siapa buat dia?"
"Dia pegi sekolah tak?"
"Cacat mana boleh pergi sekolah wooo.." One of them replied, when I told them that Yes, he's going to school..
I guess after 4 years, I'm not greatly affected by words anymore.. It is just a creation by one human to describe another human being.
Be it OKU, cacat, anak istimewa, these words have the same reflection.
What was my answer to her first question?
"Tak tahu kenapa. Tuhan yang buat.."
I know it sounds silly, but I think that answer simplifies all.
Though I dont feel a thing when I faced those questions, I do feel something when I was defending my son.. For now, I'm around to help him when the kids are doing bad things to him. I hope later, his siblings will do the same to protect him. And when there's no one to do that and he's still unable to defend himself, I'm counting on Allah SWT to do that.
Just like what we recite in our daily prayers from Surah al-Fatihah:
“You (alone) we worship and in You (alone) do we seek help”
On his way to school this morning.. :-)