Do you still remember when was the last time you withdraw your money from the ATM machine for only RM10? that was the time you rather walk a longer distance in order for you to go to your bank instead of get deducted RM1 for using MEPS service. Do you still remember the last time you drove your car to the petrol station and refuel it for RM5?
I can still remember all those clearly in my mind. It’s still fresh and warm. Tears drop for sure everytime I remember about those experiences. Yesterday, I was queuing in an ATM to withdraw some money. It happened that a pakcik in front of me took more than 5 minutes just to withdraw the money. I later ask him weather he need a hand or not.
He answered, “Pakcik punya duit tak keluar-keluar ni”. Then I asked him to start again the transaction and I just see it and try to correct if he do any wrong step. He then key-in the numbers, then key in RM10 to withdraw. I asked him again, “Pakcik nak keluarkan RM10 sahaja ke?”.
He answered,…”Yes”. I was about to cry. I saw myself in that Pak Cik 6 years ago. But this Pakcik is already 60++ and he still withdrawing RM10 from an ATM. To continue the story, the ATM can’t withdraw the money for him. Then I checked and tried on behalf of Pakcik. But the first thing I did was a permission to check-out the balance. Pakcik said yes and I found that he only have RM9++ in his account.
SN : Pakcik….(sigh) “duit tak cukup…ada RM9 sahaja”.
I didn’t talk much. I took out money from my account and I gave Pakcik 2 notes (I better not to let u know the color). The Pakcik was speechless. In my heart, I know this Pakcik is genuine. Sometime we may think that would be a scam. Old people buy your heart with sympathy.
The time I walked out from the mart, the Pakcik waited near to my car. The time I arrived at my car, I smiled to him.
SN : Tak balik lagi Pakcik?
Pakcik : Belum lagi, tunggu kawan tadi basuh kereta. Lepas ni dia nak datang ambil.
SN : Ooo…nak saya tumpangkan ke? Pakcik stay kat mana?
Pakcik : Tuuuu depan tuuu….(tunjuk arah Bukit Jalil Golf Resort). Lagi satu nak…
SN : (saya potong)…jom lah ikut saya naik. Rumah saya pun dekat Bukit Jalil sahaja (dalam hati, mungkin dia tunjuk area Klang Lama kot, kalau Bkt Jalil direction yang dia point are all bungalows)
Pakcik : (Hulurkan 2 notes yang saya berikan tadi) Anak…Pakcik bukan tak ada duit sebenarnya. Pakcik ni dari kecik Dyslexia. Pakcik dah tua-tua macam ni pun banyak hilang focus kalau kena menulis, baca atau mengira. Tadi tu ATM card zaman bila pun Pakcik dah lupa, cuma cuba korek-korek sahaja nak keluarkan RM10 pasal kawan pakcik basuh kereta kat sana (muncungkan mulut ke arah car wash station minyak…ada beberapa buah kereta) pakcik pulak memang jarang pun bawak cash banyak. Dah selalu sangat kena samun heheheh tu yang kadang-kadang dalam poket takde langsung duit. Selalu kawan yg bawak kereta yang pegang duit. Itupun satu hal, kalau nak mengira duit nak bayar apa-apa pun yg tu pakcik pun terkial-kial juga heheheh. Tiba-tiba harini macam nak cuba keluarkanRM10 ingatkan nak buat beli gula-gula untuk cucu kat rumah.
SN : Oooo patut lah. Saya minta maaf sangat (patutlah pin number lekat di kad ATM).
Pakcik : Anak tau Dyslexia tu apa ke?
SN : Nama saya Saiful, Pakcik. Saya tahu Pakcik, saya ada anak Dyslexia yang saya jaga di Rumah Warga Prihatin Kajang.
Pakcik : Bagus lah tu Saiful.
SN : Orang Dylexia pun boleh Berjaya kan Pakcik? Macam Albert Einstein, Tom Cruise, Tan Sri this, Datuk Seri That, dan juga yang duduk dekat-dekat sini pun ada namanya Datuk Sharif (bukan nama sebenar). Dengar dia tawkey besar perkapalan.
Pakcik : Fikirkan yang mustahil itu dengan positif, InsyaAllah semua benda boleh jadi. Macam Datuk Sharif yg Saiful cakap tadi. Umur 13 tahun dah berhenti sekolah kumpul besi buruk naik basikal roda tiga.
SN : Pakcik kenal ke Datuk Sharif….? (excited)
Pakcik : (senyap….tarik nafas panjang) dia mula dulu teruk. Perlahan-lahan dia bangkit. Orang Dyslexia ni Saiful, dia suka buat benda yang dia suka. Kalau benda yang dia suka tu, dia boleh buat lebih baik dari orang normal.
SN : (dengar dengan khusyuk…)
Pakcik : Bla bla bla bla…yada yada yada….
SN : Pakcik banyak tahu pasal Datuk Sharif ye…Saya cuma tahu pasal dia di kelab komuniti tempat saya tinggal, selalu orang mention nama dia. Lagipun, dari rumah saya boleh nampak rumah bungalow dia dekat Bukit Jalil Golf…tapi nampak bumbung sahaja lah.
Pakcik : (senyum…..) Ok Saiful, terima kasih kerana melayan Pakcik dengan baik sampai sanggup tolong Pakcik macam tu sekali. Pakcik tahu Saiful ikhlas sampai nak pelawa tolong hantar balik rumah. Kawan pakcik dah siap basuh kereta tu.
SN : Takde apa lah pakcik. Saya ingatkan Pakcik orang susah, pasal teringat kat arwah orang tua saya pulak yang tak pandai membaca dan menulis sampai meninggal. Tapi bukan pasal Dyslexia, pasal tak dapat peluang pergi sekolah.
Pakcik : Pakcik bangga ada anak yang muda lagi tapi sabar jaga budak-budak dyslexia. Selalu budak dyslexia asyik kena maki hamun sahaja dek kebodohan dan kelembapan serta kenakalannya, awak jagalah mereka baik-baik.
SN : (mata menyorot S340 Mercedes datang mendekati dan berhenti di sebelah kami, seorang lelaki melayu 30an keluar)
Driver : Maaf Datuk, queue panjang sikit tadi di carwash.
Pakcik : Takpe lah, seronok dapat berbual dengan Saiful ni.
SN : (terkedu)….datuk??
Pakcik : (Masuk ke kereta dan senyum)… Kalau dah selalu tengok bumbung rumah Pakcik tu, rajin-rajinlah singgah ye.
SN : (Lagiiii terkedu)
This is a fresh story about Datuk Sharif (Again…not his real name for some privacy reason) i met just now. A very humble Pakcik stayed near to my house now. Never prejudice to the people, no matter who they are. His stories are really inspiring me to groom more dyslexia kids to develop a better themselves in the future.
This story teaches me, not to give-up eventhough we have so much imperfection within ourselves. In the end, nobody is perfect. I drove away from that Petrol Station without his phone number, but pretty sure where his house is located.
After all, I still remember the last time I withdraw RM10 from an ATM was to buy a few days’ lunch & dinner with average cost at RM1.50 per meal. Twice a day. That was the time, I started my photography career, in a Kasim Selamat’s house (Rumah kolong) back in 2004 in Selayang Baru.
Now, I wish I would never ever forget my root and my past.
Because that’s the best lesson for me….
And for others….
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SAIFUL NANG – MPA (UK), WPPI (L.A USA), B.SC Media (MMU)
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bila nk dtg umah dato’? dia da jmpot da tu. hehe.
mmg terkedu btol bace citer ne..u r olso genuine la SN..inspiring me not to stop from drving through all the circumstances..
:0
(yeah…and i’m still in :0 mode till now…)
Yg p cuci tu driver dia ke? Very humble person, driver pun dia cakap kawan…
…hah..bila nak p rumah, dia jemput dah tu..:P
sy pun masih kuarkan rm10 time kesempitan.. atm ambank ada service nie lg
(btw, pohon jgn publish email & url sy. thanx)
nanti balik tunjukkan kat mummy yg mana satu bumbung rumah dato’ tu ek?
Ya Allah!! Touchingnye…
waa…manyak touching la citer nih…
bagus Datuk tu…x lupa diri…still berpijak di bumi yg nyata..
…sooo genuine and touching…sebab tu org selalu pesan…jaga pertuturan and hormat org tak kira keturunan atau darjat…..teringat citer maser budak budak dulu…pasal si pemotong kayu yang jujur dan ikhlas…walaupun story tak sama….tapi conclusion dia or motif story tu lebey kurang sama ngan pengalaman saiful…syabas daddy orked!! hehhehe
alhamdulillah…congrats to SN & dato’ sharif yg humble…btl la kata org, x rugi menghulurkan tgn kpd yg memerlukan..maybe 1 day SN leh ‘besfren’ dgn dato’ pasni…
hmmm… terkedu bila baca ni… speechless!
rasa nak menitis air mata pulak baca blog entry SN kali ni
pergh…sekali bca mmng xcaya ape yg dibaca tp bila 2 kali bca mmng tabik r kat SN..terharu wehhhh….
reminds me of one of those iklan petronas..yg the guy polish kasut and walk towards big luxury car =)
waaa… nice story en saiful…
I likeee……never judge the book from its cover…keikhlasan mengatasi segala-galanya…only HE knows better!
i almost cry.nice
rasa nak mitis air mata gak….don’t forget our roots
very touching…mmg bergenang dah air mata nih..mmg zuhud(humble) giler lah…
I’m so excited to read your story. As u mention i will never forget my root and my past. It’s a very good lesson to others. tq bro…bila rasanya nak turun terengganu..
what a nice story…
Salute to your humanity – rarely breed…
huhu sy berulang kali baca cerita yg SN tulis ni n terharu betul dapat peluang jumpa orang cam die…yepp im agree with him totally..fikirkan yang kita boleh buat sesuatu dengan sungguh2
Sn, kalau dorg nak buat iklan sekejap berdasarkan kisah u ni, i bet it will b a hit! sgt mengharukan.. inspiring!!
its a small world after all…..
bukan sahaja mengajar kita supaya putus asa dengan kelemahan yg kita ada, tetapi mengajar kita supaya jgn mudah leka dengan apa yg dh dikurniakan pd kita..lihat sj pakcik dato itu, walaupun kaya raya, tapi tetap merendah diri kerana itulah sebaiknya sifat manusia..
Tahniah Saiful….Parents awk dah berjaya dalam mendidik anak. To datuk, very humble person. Susah dah nak jumpe datuk yg mcm tu skrg ni.
abg saiful..
entri ni syahdu sgt.
yah..we need to remember where we actually come from and be humble .
seronok dapat berborak dengan abg masa abg dtg singgah 7-11 sg ramal hr tu .
all the best bang !
menitis air mata.. very touching.. napela sy x penah berada di situasi yg sebertuah begini… ?