rezeki tak putus | Minci Moss

As a mark of respect, I approached my superior a few months ago to request a particular leave. I wanted to go to Umrah. Knowingly, the date my husband chose for Umrah fell during the Chinese New Year holidays. I was aware that my Chinese colleagues would be taking leave during that time but I thought if I could negotiate in the sense that I would give up my Raya holidays instead, I could go for the Umrah during CNY.

My superior however suggested that I choose a different date instead.
The reason is, it is not about CNY leaves but it is about how much manpower is left to run the clinic with our colleagues going off for the festive season. After relaying the matter to my husband, him being him, decided to proceed with the booking for himself and my son, Ee. Haneem will stay behind to accompany me. Thus, I consoled myself into thinking that ‘Allah belum jemput. Nanti ada rezeki lagi‘.

After a few months, today, I discovered that 2 non-CNY celebrating colleagues had their leaves approved by my superior in addition to those who are celebrating. On the same date that I have requested a few months ago.

I am not going to lie. I felt slighted. I was numb for a while but I still completed my task at work. At the same time, I tried to justify the decision and it came to this. Maybe my request was not approved because my plan was to stretch it out for at least a week after CNY. After all, performing Umrah takes some time. As opposed to my colleagues who are probably on leave for only that one Friday to enjoy a longer weekend.

Yes, maybe that’s the reason why. Sounds just.

Now my hope lies in the ASB Simpan dan Menang contest. If I don’t withdraw my ASB dividend and manage to save RM5K/month till March, I might have a chance to go for Free Umrah. Ha ha ha ha. In the end, I reminded myself that everything happens for a reason, and perhaps this delay is part of a greater plan yet to unfold.

Mr Husband is my little ustaz. sometimes a random advice or observation would be dispensed whether I’m listening or not. Most of the time it bypasses my hearing capacity as I have chronic impacted ear wax. lol..

Recently, he went to the night market to buy dinner. He bought quite a few things and he was not happy with two items;

3 slices of lemang with lamb curry at RM 8.00
bottled fresh flavoured milk 300ML for RM2.50/each

First, he said he bought them from the stalls out of ‘moral support’. There were not a lot of patrons at these respective stalls that he felt ‘sorry’ thus proceeded to ‘help them’. It was only then he understood why these items were not popular to the regulars.

The lemang tasted alright but the lamb curry was bland. The meat was tough. It was hard to consume without a thousand complaints come trailing after. Mr Husband was also disappointed that buying the curry was an option in the first place.

“apa jenis niaga jual lemang pastu tanya nak beli kuah skali ke tak ? ni bukan raya”

He felt cheated with the fresh milk as well for the pricing was considered ‘expensive’ for milk which was not ‘fresh’ to start with. I had to endure a 30 min speech on ‘rezeki tak putus’ afterwards.

“sebab tuh orang melayu niaga susah nak kaya.. sebab duit yang dapat tuh tak berkat. hati tuh tak ikhlas nak berniaga. jual sebab nak dapat fast money – bukan sebab nak ‘provide’.. bukan sebab nak memenuhi tuntutan fardhu kifayah. cuba kalau rezeki tuh berkat.. tuhan redha.. Allah bagi rezeki tak putus.. tak semestinya dengan harta kekayaan.. tapi boleh dgn peluang niaga yang lebih besar.. anak yang pandai.. yang dengar kata.. yang boleh doakan mak bapak.. yang boleh sambung keberkatan hidup.. masa untuk solat dan berdoa untuk meminta lagi.. itu namanya rezeki tak putus”

He included examples of self-praise of course but lets not go there..

Although I did not sell the lemang and milk, my ears were still burning from the mini tazkirah. I have to admit, what he says is true.. rezeki comes in all forms.. in my line of work. it might mean.. opportunities to study and learn new things, make new and useful friends, have good bosses and colleagues, patients that survived an emergency and live to see another day, even patients who die and leaves behind a legacy to remember. It could also mean an understanding husband and family in law, lovely children and a wonderful home. Or what I treasure most the barakah TIME I get to spend with my loved ones.