We are moving towards 21st century..but are we modern enough not to believe in hocus pocus?magic?shamans or bomoh?witchcraft? I don't really believe in all that myself but God is great,life is full of mysteries...when I was a littel girl,stories are told of the myterious world,another world that co-exist with our human world.Its the "bunian" world they said.
My dad had an accident when my mom was pregnant with me.It was a bad one that he broke his leg and doctor had to insert metal in his hand & leg with the propect of he would not be able to walk again without crutches.Everyday,my mom,heavily pregnant with me,k., would visit my Dad in the hospital.She said,back then in 1970's ,trishaw was a popular mode of tranportation to go around town.She told me that when she was huffing& puffing walking to the hospital,a trishaw came to her side an offered his services.Since then,the same old man,would wait at the same spot everyday for my mother to send her to the hospital.During her rides that this old man suggested my mom to bring my Dad to another old man "Bomoh Patah" or broken bones shaman(don't know the correct translation) that would massage his legs and make it better.
After discussing with my dad,both of them took the chances and went and see the old shaman.They were given some medicinal leaves to grind and the method was to grind it with "batu giling" or a mortar.After grinding the leaves,my mom have to put the paste onto my Dad's leg.The old man told my parents,in 3 nights in a row,he will feel a massage sensation but they are forbid to talk,to question or to make any noise during that time.2 nights went on without any hiccups,my dad can feel as if somebody was massaging his legs but on the 3rd night,while he can feel the massage, a cry broke out.Guess what?it was me waking up for my milk...then poof!its gone.A week later my Dad felt better,he could walk with crutches the without.My dad still have a slight limp on his left leg till now,it was the leg where the massage treatment was not complete.
I don't know whether to believe or not.Only Allah knows better coz they are all his creations.And with his will also that we will heal.
My son Haziq,he broke his arm when he was just 3 years old while playing.I noticed he was in pain when he wanted to wash his hands after having his dinner.It was a fasting month.My mom asked me to go get an elderly neighbour to prepared some "air tawar".My instinct was to quickly feel his arms,hands and I could feel a jutting bone.Quickly I brought him to the hospital.well kids being kids,despite having broken bone,he still kept on running happily chasing after his elder brother and his cousins.His left hand was in cast.My in laws that time wanted to bring Haziq to this "bomoh patah" in Pekan but he was unavailable the day.After a week,I brought Haziq along when I visited this old man.When he saw Haziq's hand,he offered to massage his arm but Haziq have to withstand the pain a bit.He had requested Haziq&me to recite the Al-Fatihah, 3 times.He took out a piece of bamboo and massage the bamboo.He didn't touch my sons hand but I saw Haziq cringing in pain and the old man pacified Haziq,just a little more,you're a strong boy..bla bla bla..
It amazed me,how some people would be able to communicate with people from another world to help them.But syukur..Haziq have never been better after that.Who would have guessed he use to have a broken bone in his arm
Is this a mystery?Myth or reality?
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