First October 2015

I just came back from KK 2 days ago. To be exact, I reached KL on 30th September, 1705 hours. I had a simple meal before I made my way to Pekeliling. Departed KLIA2 on KLIA Transit to TBS and took Star LRT to Titiwangsa. It took me approximately 1hour and 20 minutes until I reached Titiwangsa. I was really unsure if I could catch the immediate bus to Kuantan. The counters were dark since it was Maghrib. Luckily I saw Bulan Restu bus waiting to depart, and fortunately it was leaving for KL. Without hesitation I bought my ticket and hooped into the bus. Although parents were insecure to let me leave for Kuantan that evening. But I insist to since there were few UMP students too on the bus. Besides, I think I was tooooo lazy to leave back to Shah Alam. So it would be better if I just leave that evening and able to meet my supervisor on the next day.

Left Pekeliling/Titiwangsa at 1930hours. Reached UMP at 2220hours since the bus stoped at R&R Gambang for 10 minutes. 

It was a big relief be able to reach UMP safely that night. Took my bath and get my beautiful sleep and rest, ready to for a new day to come.

I was up early, but I kept lazying around. Until it was 0735 hour, I received a call from Mdm Anom. It was kinda fishy why did she call me early in the morning, on weekdays some more. Hence the conversation...

YA ALLAH. When I read her message I was like, No. can't be. Quickly called her. 

I couldn't understand a single word because she was crying really bad. And when she mentioned Azila.. Prof da takda..

goosebumps...

Innalillah wainaillahirojiun...

I couldn't believe that news. termenung.. then Nana whatsapp-ed me asking about the news. She saw it on Fb. Death is not something to joke right?

I was shaking and trembling. I thought of waiting for Mdm to come back then made our way to our Prof's house. But Mdm couldn't leave due to her work. Then Mira and I made our way to Bukit Istana. We cried all the way. No words were spilled but tears. It was a really devastating news for us. A huge lost to us, his students from all over the places.

We reached Prof's house a bit late (made a detour when I was actually right.haha). By the time we reached there, the late's jenazah was already brought into the van.. to be cleaned and prayed at Masjid Indera Mahkota, IM8. You can see how Prof has been an inspiration to everyone. So many people came to his house. The whole FIMs were there, even the VC.. Polisass, other facs as well. I just couldn't hold my tears when I saw Prof's mother. She was just the split image of Prof. At this point, I know I miss my SV so much :'(...

We saw his jenazah was carried. It made us wept. Just couldn't believe our eyes. Prof is really no more.. 

"Ajal maut di tangan Tuhan, dan kematian itu adalah pasti."

Terima kasih atas segala tunjuk ajar, nasihat dan ilmu yang Prof curahkan untuk kami.. Pemergian Prof memang satu kehilangan besar untuk kami suma anak didik Prof. Prof sangat rendah diri. Always the right person that will boost you when you are almost broken. 

Ya Allah.. tempatkan la arwah dalam kalangan yang beriman dan terpilih. 

Damailah di sana Prof.. 

Al-Fatihah

Professor Dr Razman Mattahar

29/01/1964 - 01/10/2015