Projek Sajak : Was It a Prophecy?

Assalamualaikum wbt.

To all my followers, I'd like to share with you a very strange coincidence ( I think) that I found in my mother's poem.

In this poem below, which my mom composed in 2006, she wrote about death. She mentioned about the mobile of death is awaiting, with its door wide open. She asked in the poem, whether she would ride the carriage of death voluntarily, or would she be forced to enter it.  The poem was written at 4.03 am in 2006.

What is so strange is the fact that 3 months before my baby brother died, he told us that he dreamt about a taxi. The taxi driver forced him to enter the taxi and took my brother away, even though my brother struggled to escape. My brother never dreamt, because when we talked about our dreams, he'd say that he never dreamt. This was his one and only dream, and it's so sad because it was a bad and fateful dream for him.

Did my mom have this prophecy four years before my brother passed away? Only God can tell.. Also in this poem, my mom mentioned about the pain that she's suffering in her chest...my brother had chronic liver disease, so he suffered from chest pain... Please read the poem below, entitled Selamat Tinggal or Goodbye

SELAMAT TINGGAL

                                      

Malam yang dingin ini

Aku tidak bisa tidur

Kerna kesakitan yang makin kerap mendatang

Seperti ada satu makhluk

Yang kerjanya siang dan malam

Hanya menghiris dada

Kadangkala ringan

Selalunya keras

ajal yang sudah sampai di sebalik selekoh

Tidak lama lagi akan tiba ke destinasinya

adakah aku akan dengan senang hati

Memasuki mobil maut yang sudah terbuka pintunya

Atau aku perlu dipaksa untuk mengenderai itu

membawa aku ke perhimpunan Orang-orang yang sampai dahulu

Tinggallah sayang

Anis, Udin, Dida dan Muhammad

Cahaya jiwaku

Serta Ajie yang kan selalu ku rindu

Ibu-bapa yang berpenat lelah membesarkan aku

Mengasihi dan membenciku

Juga sahabat-sahabat tempat aku mencurahkan rahsia

Tidak lama lagi akan kuucapkan

Selamat tinggal

Kepada sebuah kehidupan yang kelam

Seperti sebuah potret pemandangan hitam putih

Yang tergantung senget di sebuah rumah tinggal yang usang.

19-12-2006

4.03 am

  
Daniel Zaydi