Assalamualaikum kids, em, how's life? How's fasting? Did i put up the rm1 as the reward for you guys who successfully able to fast per day? did you guys sumhow curi-curi makan along the way to school? Haha. i guess for time being im out of words. I always did, kan? :-)
Yeah, it's Ramadhan again. Life's pretty much back to basics again. Ramadhan, in the recent years had been a nostalgic month, a specific timeline of my life, a special one indeed, even there's much restriction during days, but there's much more we can achieve, as a muslim dat is. And why it had been a nostalgic one, i prefer to keep it to myself.
So, one of the common events dat we have in Ramadhan, apart from the mercun, semayang terawih, and not to mention there's no football in the evening at padang f, there's this one thing dat had become the highlight of Ramadhan and kids, dat is the bazaar in the evening.
Okay, this year, I am not much occupied last few years back, so on the 1s tday of Ramadhan, i managed to snuck out early from training and came to see what's the commotion all about; the ruckus; did the bazaar do live up its name which it deed in terms of price indeed, dan one of the things dat intrigues me is dat why the heck there are so many people open up stalls in taman melawati? you can see people setting up booths, erecting camps on the road curb, and not to mention that despite the traffic congestion caused by their stalls still attracts lots of customers; oh it's sumthing i'd call the wonders of Ramadhan, i guess.
So, you see, on the 1st day I went and 'dive' into the huge tides of people at the bazaar, i called my mom.
"mak, nak apa?"
"beli la seri muka, samosa ke, abang ko nak karipap"
"okay, nanti adik beli"
okay, karipap, seri muka, samosa...gotcha! and i make my way into the crowd. it was hard, as i pave my way from rows to rows, finding the right stall, not to mention i dont know how seri muka looks like, and the process didnt come easy, because there are so much people. and there are times i was stalled in one of the rows for like 3-5 minutes, kalah trafik jam mrr2, haha. Not to mention there are people who stand in the middle of the way, sum trying to go against the flow, sum are sweaty, sum are well...odoury, haha, and there's people begging for money, usually with a kid on her lap, which is sad sight, yet not healthy for the kid itself. I guess, this is part of life...wait, it is part of life!
I realize too, my life right now is pretty much the same with my 1st day in the bazaar ramadhan. Still clueless, still searching, wondering, and grasping for air, light, and direction of the glimpse of the divine, much higher power direction.
I dont know how it will turn up soon, but, I never feel like taking this fight off in the quest of a better life, a better way of dealing with people and my innerself, nevertheless, I do enjoy this never-tiring, never-ending process, may I find solace at the end of this looong, winding yet straight road, and with the huge love that I hardly show to you guys in the depth of my shallow heart, I will always love you, like I always had :-)
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