Reviu: Rayyan Fantasi

Dengan tagline 'Apa yang terfikir itu ada', saya menjangkakan sebuah karya yang bisa mencabar minda daripada penulis ini. Mengikuti hasil tintanya sekian lama, karya-karya seperti Rahsia Perindu, Ungu Karmilla dan ADAM, mencetus fenomena karya thriller yang tidak membendung pemikiran pada sekadar jalan ceritanya.

Namun begitu, usai membaca Rayyan Fantasi, saya masih tercari-cari apa yang sebenarnya cuba disampaikan oleh penulis. Jalan ceritanya mudah. Tidak bersimpang-siur kecuali pada teknik imbas kembali yang dipergunakan. Cuma sesekali penulis mencabar minda dengan rahsia hitam di Jajahan Karuh.

'Apa yang terfikir itu ada' tidak tersampai dengan sepenuhnya. Seolah-olah ada sesuatu yang dibuat sambil lewa. Pembinaan karakter juga agak meleret-leret sehingga saya merasa mual dengan kisah cinta Feena dan Aiddin.

Kesimpulannya, saya berpendapat RAM cuba bereksperimen dengan karya berbentuk sains fiksyen. Mungkin ini bukan niche yang sesuai bagi RAM. Identitinya agak tenggelam dan tidak bersinar ibarat karya-karyanya sebelum ini. Sebagai 'self-proclaimed' novelis thriller no. 1 di Malaysia, saya berharap RAM dapat menghasilkan karya yang lebih bijak dan mendidik.

Tidaklah orang yang mengkritik ini lebih baik daripada yang dikritik. Wallahua'lam.

Pengumuman: Siri 'A Mu'allim and His Seasoned Car: Part 2'

Dimaklumkan bahawa siri A Mu'allim and His Seasoned Car: Part 2 sudah pun terbit. Para Pengembara DZAI boleh mengikuti sambungan kisah tersebut dengan klik di sini. Jangan lupa mengundi!

Sedang Dibaca: Rayyan Fantasi

Jenama Ramlee Awang Mursheed (RAM) sudah sebati di dalam diri peminat-peminat novel thriller seperti saya. Tidak perlu melihat kepada sinopsis jauh sekali reviu pembaca-pembaca, tangan ini pantas menggapai naskhah karya RAM setiap kali buku itu mulai singgah di rak-rak kedai buku.

Walau bagaimanapun, setelah lama mengikuti RAM, saya mula merasa jenama itu sahaja sudah tidak lagi mencukupi untuk memacu adrenalin saya setiap kali membaca karya beliau.

Rayyan Fantasi masih lagi dibaca. Setakat ini, tidak nampak lagi kelainan yang cuba ditonjolkan di dalam cerita ini. Hampir separuh buku ini dibaca, jari-jemari saya tidak pula pantas menyelak helaian-helaian tertera. Saya merasa lebih sabar untuk menghabiskan cerita ini berbanding dengan karya-karya RAM sebelum ini.

Mungkin pembacaan saya belum lagi sampai ke tahap fantasi saya dapat dijana dengan sepenuhnya. Apa-apa pun, saya akan terus membaca novel ini sehingga ke noktah terakhir. Mudah-mudahan ada manfaatnya.

Pengumuman: Bersosial di dalam Bahasa Inggeris

Memandangkan semakin banyak entri di dalam blog ini yang ditulis di dalam Bahasa Inggeris, maka saya telah mewujudkan sebuah blog khusus menggunakan bahasa tersebut. Blog tersebut boleh dilawati dengan klik di sini.

Sebahagian entri berbahasa Inggeris yang ada di sini akan diposkan sekali lagi di dalam blog tersebut. Sementara itu blog ini akan lebih memfokus kepada dunia penulis, penulisan dan reviu buku.

Terima kasih kerana terus menyokong DZAI!

The Untold Diary of A Mu'allim's Seasoned Car (Part 3)

You scratch your head. It has been spontaneous for you to do that whenever you are seeking for some sort of enlightenment.

You are looking for a conclusive solution. Therefore, you decide to make a phone call. The head scratching removes the blockade in your blood circulation around your cerebrum. You've got an idea. You call your dad. He has been your problem solver since you started to breathe.

You listen closely to his suggestion, give a little thought about it and decide to take his advice. So, you try pull a wire or two on your engine and try to start it again. You succeed but you know it will not last long.

Nervously, you drive the car to the nearest workshop. The time is ticking up. You need your Sweetheart to be repaired immediately.

You tell the mechanic about your problem. He and a few others diagnose it. As they are doing their job, the Queen of Your Heart and your VIP wait on a torn couch inside the workshop. The smell of oil and smoke sticks up deep into your throat. You believe that your passengers feel the same if not worse.

You move back and forth waiting anxiously the result of the diagnose. You are hoping that the damage is minor but as the time passes you know that you have to expect for the worst.

You scratch your head again. You have an appointment to catch and the time is moving. You must make a move. Therefore you opt to... (To be continued)

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The Untold Diary of a Mu'allim's Seasoned Car (Part 2)

Luckily, you manage to start your engine and continue with your journey.


Your sigh of relief tells the whole story. However, the challenge doesn't end there.

In a very short moment, your Sweetheart begins to show the same symptom again. The engine rumbles but the movement is not as smooth. It is as if someone is having hiccups. Your worriness turns to a nightmare. Once again, the engine stop.

"Oh, no. Not again!" You say to yourself. The embarassment becomes unbearable. It grows into frustration and that frustration almost turns into anger.

You move your Sweetheart to the side of the road. You open its hood and look at the engine trying to figure out what is really happening.

As you are doing that, you start questioning yourself. Your Sweetheart seemed okay yesterday. It was okay early this morning when you were driving it to look out for breakfast. Then, why oh why does it become like this at this moment? Why must it shows problems when it matters the most?

The questions are unsolved so as your search for the real problem of your Sweetheart. You are not a mechanic. You have to resolve to others to help you. You almost feel insignificant.

You take a glance to the passengers' seat and you can see a look of concern from both your passengers. You can feel the burden weighing on your shoulder. You can almost feel that your feet are sinking into the earth. (To be continued...)

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The Untold Story of A Mu'allim: Lost

He owned a pen. He used it to mark his students' books, tick the attendance, draft his meeting minutes, and write something into his diary. One day, he lost the pen. He borrowed it to someone and that someone passed it to another person and so on.

A moment later, he realised that the pen was missing. He tried to track it to the first person who borrowed it. That person said, "Oh, I passed it to another person. Maybe you can ask him."

So, he asked the next person. To his dissappointment, that person also had no clue of the whereabout of the pen as he thought that he had left it somewhere for someone to take it.

He kept on looking. He went around here and there like a cat missing its kittens but to no avail. He went back to the first person who borrowed the pen. That person asked him, "Why are you so gloomy? It is just another pen."

He sighed and looked at his friend.

"Well my friend, it is just another pen. It's not the pen that I am worried about. I am worried about myself."

"Yourself? Why?" His friend looked confused.

"My friend, I am a teacher. A mu'allim."

"So, do I," said his friend.

"My friend, imagine that the pen is one of my students. One day, that student will be passed on to another teacher. He will bring together whatever I've thought him. He will bring along my legacy. However, I have failed to make sure that the student is handed over to the right person and thus I've lost him. I don't know what will happen to him. My friend, I've failed to make sure that I can take care of thing as small as a pen. What is the guarantee that I can take care of something bigger?"

His friend swallowed the thing said by the mu'allim. Eventually, he said, "Indeed, my friend. It is a lost for both you and I. It is OUR lost."