Me, Myself and The Prince | Saya dan The Prince – sebuah monolog


(versi monolog BM ada dibawah)

As time foreseen that the next hour will be full of despair, like when the time the calice of the Roman empire fill with the blood of the fool one who put faith to the Caeser who continues rage war to themselves. An act to justify that a Dictator must whilst the future that were held tight in his jaw, which clearly let a glimpse of feared to lost something so precious to him as a Throne must be, to the Citizen of Rome. Though he, he could deceived them, they foolishly put their faith on him as merely an act. Which clearly there won’t believe such Caeser would bring happiness, what choice would they have as their soul is purely rotten to the deepest crater it could go.

Belief itself can be deceitful though with it can be dreadful. Though it may bring oneself to the deepest happiness which can banished all type of despair one soul may have and rot with.

Belief that tomorrow is in the grip, may hold the key to make the breath sustainable and worth to hold into, belief that the sorrow will heal by time, itself is the pure medicine to the sorrow….same goes to the despair one ought not to be soldered on one heart cause the atrociousness of the world we live in didn’t hit by the flow of the wind, it prefers to go by the ashes which flow with wind which will be known when the breeze walk with ease into the human.

Hence, to Me, believing that The Prince is a masterpiece ignites all the need to prove that an ideal was not crafted to prove one right or wrong, but it is far better to be the key to one virtue and see all despair as merely a seed in a bunch of grape which the Caeser’s servant will fertile in the paradise which redeem the vileness of the grape one sought to pleasure, as my ideal speak that Niccolo wrote his masterpiece after leave the trace of forty, after he with relentless suffering to completed the discoures.

What lies upon me as my faith squeal to the truth that it’s far better to be the truth than mere humanist which belief the Religion I possess is an act of justification to prove I’m pure. As I belief we destined to be bitter rival, It revive the needs in me like Ar-Rasyid thought in his masterpiece, whilst it’s Me, Myself to decide, though we meet everyday, It will always be an act to prove my Ideal that I deserved the right to be far better than you…The Prince.

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Dalam kehidupan memang sentiasa ada kesusahan, keperitan.

Keperitan terkini yang saya lalui tanpa dinafikan sedikitpun adalah Peperiksaan Ulangan Sistem Penghukuman dalam Islam kali keempat.

Saya biasa gagal dalam hidup, tapi semuanya saya mampu koreksi dan perbaik dan buktikan pada set seterusnya.

Namun peperiksaan kali ini cukup menghentak saya didinding hinggakan kebas tidak ku rasa tulang belulang ku lagi, masakan tidak, apabila melihat dengan jelas 4 dari 6 kertas ditanda kosong oleh Doktor.

Maka ianya bukan isu pada saya semata.

Malah setelah cubaan kali ketiga gagal dalam subjek yang sama, kali keempat dilihat sebagai tindakan sia -sia.

Namun, adakah itu yang sepatutnya? Adakah saya patut berputus asa??

Saya merenung Fikrah yang kononnya ada, merenung Quran, Hadis, Kata – kata Al-Banna, Ar Roshid, lantas menghentak satu perkara demi satu perkara, terasa tulang belulang ku mula bercantum ditempatnya, darah mula meresap masuk dan mengalir, parut semakin hilang dari kepala.

Bukankah kesungguhan itu ada sumbernya, bukankah kekuatan itupun ada sumbernya!! 

Saya lantas merenung sumber kekuatan selama ini, cuba satu persatu, ditatih semula bagai budak baru berjalan, setiap tempat yang mampu dipegang dipegang erat lanatra risaukan terjatuh kali kedua hinggalah sampai ke satu Noktah……………hubungan saya dengan The Prince.

Sungguh kuat tarikan The Prince kali ini ianya seolah bercakp – cakap dengan saya.

Dia berkata seolah “Engkau dulu kata ingin membaik dunia yang telah aku rosakkan!!”

“Mana janji – janji mu dulu!!” Mana tekadmu untuk ubah dunia dari bertuhankan hawa nafsu hasil sumbangan ku dengan wahyu yang kononnya kamu ingin capai!!” seolah itulah ciptaan tuhan yang bercakap – cakap dengan hambanya.

Dan perbualan berpanjangan sehingga jam 912 malam.

Lantas saya tersentak, dan renung semula pada Nizom Qodhoie kitab yang sudah hancur dek kali kelapan diulang, dan mula membelek smeula dengan niat, aku ingin ubah dunia!!

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