Fragments of The Past

Assalamualaikum,

I was finding a way to win the ball from the other team. Man-marking my friend*acah* wasn't an easy job. And with the mood I was having, it was bound to end awfully. I tried lots of stand tackles, none were effective. The ball was still at Ghazali's feet. Then that last one, the one that eventually changed my life. Forever. I lunge at the ball with my right leg, Ghazali did a turn, I tried to keep up...

"Snap!"

I fall onto the ground. Pain flowed through my right knee. I tried to stand up. Nothing. I just couldn't make the motion. The pain was overwhelming, but the worries were larger. Less than two months untill PMR, and here I was. Lying on the field with a twisted knee. I sat there, at the side of the field alone untill it was time to retun to our rooms. Luckily, my friends were there to help me to my room. My knee couldn't stand on its own. Felt like it was slipping out of its place*A really scary feeling I assure you*. My knee also couldn't bend fully, maximum was about 90 degrees.

Two months went by fast, and it was on the last day of PMR, a Monday if I recalled correctly. I felt alot healthier than two months earlier. I was foolish to think that my knee had healed completely. I was more foolish to turn up at the field again right after the end of Mathematics examination. I tried to play, starting as a defender. It didn't last long though, against my best friend Najmi Aqil*one of the better footballers in our batch, foolishly tried a one-on-one...

"Snap!"

This time the pain was just unbearable. I couldn't even move my leg. I cried*literally*. Somehow I knew it was the end. The end of my football, the end of my 'everything'... I remembered crying on the field. Emotions filled my mind. Anger, Hatred, Sadness, Regret. All swelled up. Angry towards myself for not obeying the advices of the ones who cared about me. Hating myself for letting my knee injury worse. Sad at the thoughts of the future. And Regret, regret of my own actions that took away my knee...

Fast forward 3 years later...

I have graduated from TGB. Currently in KKTM Ledang under a MARA program. I have played in the Nationals of Chess Tournament as a Melaka player. I know now how to play Volleyball. I now know somethings*sedikit sebanyak* about Hockey. Survived through SPM. Survived through TGB. Survived through many other ups and downs. I made a lot of friends along the way too :). Found people who I can really trust, people who I can really count on. Also found a person who I really care for*ok ahaha*. And all of the above, I did without the ability, the freedom, and the feeling of football hhe.

You see, whenever anything bad happens. It is actually a test given by Allah The Almighty. He wants to see how do we cope with the tests he gave us. How do we overcome it. With everything bad, have patience and believe me, He will reward you with something better. There's a reason behind everything. Initially, I myself couldn't accept that I can no longer play football anymore. I hated many things because of what had happened. But soon I realise that He took away something only to replace it with something far more precious. All the tests that He has given us, are actually whats best for ourselves. All we have to do is actually to Believe in Him. Pray to Him. Do efforts in His name. And He will surely, surely provide whats best for ourselves.