I was just prepping my nap (oh yes, preparation is necessary for a quick nap) like setting my phone's alarm and setting up the sejadah/pillow/tikar/flying carpet. Just before I shut my eyes and force myself to sleep, there was a slight commotion at the corner of the mosque.
"Keluar! Keluar! Astaghfirullah! Keluar sekarang!" I heard the bilal shouting.
Being a typical Malaysian busybody, I rushed to the source of the shouting and saw a teenager with piercings in black tees and pants rushing towards the mosque's exit. Dazed, I saw the bilal fuming.
"Kenapa ni?" I asked out loud. "Kenapa jerit tadi?"
"Tu ha, budak punk tu!" the bilal was calm again and continued unrolling a sejadah. "Nak lepak dekat masjid pulak dia!"
"Hah!?" which means WTF in english. "Dia buat apa kat sini?"
"Manalah aku tau. Yang aku tahu penganut setan mana boleh duduk dekat rumah tuhan!"
"Pakcik ni pun satu! Orang nak datang sembahyang pakcik halau! Kang budak tu dah taknak sembahyang dah pakcik juga yang tanggung." I told him harshly but not too loud as to rouse suspicion from my napping conspirators.
"Eh, apokononye pakcik pulak tanggung?" he said without missing a pace unrolling the sejadah.
So I told him about the story my father told me once about a pious man and a prostitute. The pious man had done a great deal of deeds and frequented the mosque everyday. Because of his piety, a cloud follows him around to protect him from the sun's hot glare. And there was this prostitute who had been selling her body since she ran away from home.
One day, the pious man was walking alone to a shop nearby. The prostitute came out from a brothel to buty some bread with the money she had just earned. When the prostitute saw the pious man, she suddenly saw hope and made up her mind to become a better person. She feels that God had sent the pious man in her path so he could teach her how to be a good muslim. The pious man saw someone approaching him from the corner of his eyes, stopped and looked back. When he saw the prostitute with her expose voluptious body and grimy face, he kept on walking and told the prostitute to not disturb him as he is a pious man.
God is great. In that instant, the prostitute's past sins and the pious man's past deeds were relieved. Even the cloud that followed the pious man around followed the prostitute instead.
"Ape kene mengene cerita tu dengan pakcik?" bilal biul itu bersuara.
"Kiranya pakcik orang alim tu lah dan budak punk tadi pelacur tu." I answered patiently as I followed him while he unrolls the sejadah gingerly.
"Mana boleh sama, budak tu tuhannya setan. Ini rumah Allah. Kalau dia nak duduk sini kenalah buat macam dia tu penganut Allah." the bilal stopped for a while to re-adjust the sejadah and continued unrolling.
"Just kick the damn thing and it'll unroll by itself!" I said testily.
"Hah?" the bilal stopped.
"Saya kata, lain kali biarlah budak tu masuk masjid! Bukannya dia nak sembelih kambing kat sini. Dia nak sembahyang je!"