My First Brick
Tuesday, August 30th, 2005I have had the chance to participate in Dow’s corporate contribution last weekend. I came after lunch after picking up packed lunches from mak ngah’s/mama for the volunteers.
Weather was good, sun was out, it was extremely hot and hardy was soaking wet. he then introduced me to his co wokers and friends and all seemed so pleasant. k.aida brought her son along, and so did ahmad. everyone was wearing a dow polo shirt.
I saw boxes and boxes of safety boots, those hard hats, gloves, first aid kit… tonnes of miniral water, 100 plus.. very well organized. president of dow’s corporate contribution must be really efficient!! ;)) we had lunch and his mak ngah’s nasi beriyani was a hit! he made sure everyone was ok and had everything in front of them before he actually sit down himself. Dow then presented the huge mock cheque to Habitat for humanity and off we were.. back to work (for some) and start work (for one)!
I saw the walls taking place and decided to work with the longer one. it was up to my chest level. i lay my first brick after observing them how. "ahh.. not bad", and so i thought. "i can do this, no problem". probably after my tenth or brick or so, my left arm started feeling all lenguh! tangan pon dah tak larat lagi nak angkat! so i rested, after probably, twenty mins!! hahahahah!! at that time he was busy mixing the cement. he saw me ‘underneath pokok kelapak’ and told me to stay there. at that time i wanted to laugh remembering marsha AF for her song pokok kelapak. and yes, i will wait for you! heheh
I continued and everyone was really into it. we had kim and andrew (2 matsallehs) working really really hard (apart from mr. president). every brick they lay they made sure they were strong and straight. ahmad came back from prayers and came up to me and said, "it must be hot, i have an extra cap, you can wear this". i thanked him. being the only non-dow adult there, i felt touched and welcomed.
We finished around four-ish and the home owner prepared goreng pisang (banyakkk sangat!) and makcik made more air sirap and orange for us. we took a group photo before we left the site.
In the car i was thinking, how hard it is to build a house, to be a construction worker. we wont know and appreciate them until we try it ourselves. i was there for only 3 hours, imagine them workers working 8 hours a day under the hot sun carrying heavy bags of cement and bricks!
My parents build our current house from scratch. altho mum and dad were not involved in laying the bricks etc, (the hard labour was left to the eight great indonesian workers), they were involved with all the other things. doing the architecture and layout to handling more than 30 sub contractors. dad did the plan himself and we submitted it to the architect for approval. why i said great is because they were really good people. alhamdulillah, we didnt have any problems with them. they finished the house way ahead of time and we were satisfied with the finishing. they managed to khatam quran in every room. it has been eight years and until today, we are still in contact. imaam shafie, budiyono and powanto still call us and sleep at our house when they’re in malaysia. my parents never treated them differently. they eat with us. they sleep in our guest room. i appreciate them more now. very very much. what they do require much strength and skill. they’re very strong people. we’re so fortunate to have them build our house.
My parents thought me never ever to treat people differently regardless what they do for a living. they’re just they same as us. earning a living, regardless where they come from, regardless what sort of work they do. they are God’s creatures too.
I remember there was this one time, budiyono came to our house with his seven other indonesian friends. he came down from probably batu pahat or somewhere and they wanted a place to stay before heading off back batam. they had to be at the jetty early the next morning and had no place to stay. mak and ayah welcomed them, bought them food and let them use our house. we knew only budiyono. the rest are strangers. mak gave them pillows and matresses. and told them they can sleep anywhere downstairs. after buying them dinner, mak and ayah left for their dinner with their friends, leaving all them them in the house. just them. kak ana wasnt at home, balik kampung. i would never ever leave them in the house. never. who knows all your things might be taken away when you get back?? i was all angry, more of worried for mak and ayah’s safety. they only told me about this a day after the workers left. i almost couldnt believe what i heard. dad said, "ayah tawakal, insyaallah, tak ada apa apa and alhamdulillah tak ada apa apa" (leave it all up to God). i kept stressing my point, there’s a limit!!! angry and worried and geraaammm! mak then said, "dek, orang datang sini cari rezeki halal, the least that we can do before they go back is provide them with a roof above their heads. kita tolong orang susah, nanti bila kita susah, orang lain tolong kita insyaallah." at that time we did not have enough money ourselves so i guess thats why my parents did that. i dont know about you people, but i was certainly shocked. i couldnt argue. alhamdulillah, nothing happened. this was certainly a lesson.
Anyway, back to dow’s corporate contribution.. i’m so proud of him for being the person that he is. he was definitely the most hardworking one, he did everything from carrying bricks to laying them, mixing the cement to making sure everyone’s ok. the sincerity shows. and like i’ve always said, the most important thing when you do something is your niat. i’m so so grateful and thankful i’ve met such person.