Ustaz-Ustaz dari Indonesia

Masa mula-mula Haziq dapat sekolah dulu, we were so relieved. One hurdle dah lepas. The thing is the school doesn't have a school bus and even if it does, our house is a bit far off. Of course for someone who have lived in Klang Valley, 20 minutes drive is not far. But in Doha city, 20 minutes is considered far. Well, we didn't have much choice, all the schools near our place are just full.

So the next hurdle is transportation for Haziq.

There are a few choices. Among them are for us to have two cars. One for him, to go to work, and one for me to drive the kids to school. Me, wide eyes, estatic at the thought. You mean I get to have my own car here? Here? Even though I am not earning and you will pay for everything? You will? But err..this can only happen in a longer term, even if it does happen. Because first of all my lover needs to get his Resident Permit (damn they are slow). Then only I can get some Resident ID number of which then only I can take up the driving license (will be blogged later). After which if money permits then only we can get two cars.

Duh..slump back to boringness of being coop up.

The next choice is to hire up a limo or driver. Quite a few people do this as well. It is quite safe but errr, errr..I am a mother with many wild imaginations. But if you are coming here, ever, this is ok. Just pricey though.

So nak jadikan cerita, hari yang Haziq nak pi ambik test tu, I terlupa nak call KARWA (company cab kat sini). I did call. At 4 in the evening for a 6:30 cab the next morning. Sorry babe dah fully book. Ayoyo teruk betul public transportation kat sini (will blog later). Bas tak ada kat sini. Kat tengah-tengah town aje ada. And they are going to have, what, Asian Games 2006 in 11 months. Biar betul!

Anyway, so we called up ada Ustadz dari Indonesia ni. Nama dia Ustaz Nizam. (bersih aje muka dia tu, suka tengok) Kekadang dia boleh tolong drivekan orang. tapi dia pun dah ada orang book. But, but, but he suggested Ustaz Yahya, a friend of his. Dia pun ada orang, tapi still boleh tolong. Alhamdullilah.

Maka, dalam tengah brainstorming (cewah) pasal Haziq punya transportation, I thought why not kita hire Ustaz Yahya ni untuk hantar Haziq ke sekolah. We called and he said, yeah he would be free sebab mamat yang dia hantar tu dah ada kereta dah pun.

Talk about murah rezeki for Haziq man. Me, the mother yang paranoid tu, sangat lega.

So mai kita cerita pasal Ustaz dari Indonesia yang ada di Qtar ni. Di Qtar ni, there are no male construction workers macam kat Malaysia. Indonesians yang datang ke sini are either professionals, mainly geologists. Negara minyaklah katakan. Or female helpers and also Ustaz-ustaz.

Apparently kerajaan Qtar telah menjemput mereka ke Qtar untuk menjadi muazzin di masjid-masjid Qtar. And Qtar memang banyak masjid. Mereka digajikan sebanyak QAR1000 (RM1000 plus minus), which is a lot for a muazzin, I think. Rumah pun diberi. kalau tak beri, memang tak boleh hiduplah. Rumah mahal gila kat sini (will blog later). tak ada share-share pun rumah. Rumah kat compound masjid.

Selain dari jadi muazzin, di masa-masa lapang mereka, mereka juga boleh memberi khidmat tolong drivekan orang pergi kerja and in my case hantar budak pergi sekolah. Dapat jugaklah ongkos lebih. Pastu boleh jugak tolong ajar bagaimana nak drive bagi yang ambik lesen and nak familiarisekan drive belah kiri. Ya kat sini drive belah kiri.

Ditambah dengan itu juga they establish kelas-kelas ugama dari topik-topik yang mudah seperti Quran untuk kanak2 dan juga dewasa, tafsir Quran (almost all of them I know are tahfiz) , bahasa Arab (salah satu syarat ialah mereka mesti boleh berbahasa arab), kelas2 fardu ain. Ada juga kursus untuk pergi haji dan umrah. Topik2 yang lebih sukar mengenai ketuhanan, tasauf pun ada jugak.

Out of my blunderness, I said to Ustaz, bagus ya Ustaz, boleh buat wang tambahan. Despite I was sitting behind him in the car, I can sense his uneasiness. Oh I hope he didn't get me wrong. I continued, dan yang lebih pentingnya kita semua mendapat faedah berkongsi ilmu. He seemed relieved. Ya, Ibu, kata dia, kita semua boleh berkongsi ilmu. Bantu-membantu sesama lain.

They have high reputation here among the muslim community. Ada satu omputih yang baru revert dan bosan dengan sikap orang arab yang confusing tu, mula bergaul dengan ustaz-ustaz ni and with Indonesian and Malaysians generally. Kita kan kaum yang lebih accommodating.

Perhaps, I can continue with my Harfiyah classes eh?