4:40 pm The afternoon sun is still burning the floor at the rooftop. Which has become my refuge since a few days ago. Not a popular spot due to no view of kaabah and no big iftar handout. Seemed neglected and isolated. But it always offer me a place or spot on the green carpet.
I am done shoving and pushing my way through. Or begging for a place at the end of the carpet. Worst , you will ask me to move so you can fit in your friends who is still showering at home. But if you are not wanted, even by strangers, anger and frustration will mix together to make you go away like a sulky bitch. Now I know the feeling, hahaha. Mcm Minah merajuk boyfriend xnak dia…..
Anyway, now I will secure a place and if someone desperately seeking it and if he is thin and nice I would offer half of my sejadah. The worst candidate would be someone large and has that foldable sejadah on one hand, a bagful of blankets/pillow in the armpit and holding his wet slippers high up like a trophy on the other hand. A no no . But if he has a red scarf with well ironed jubah and an “assistant” at his tail, you cant say anything. He’s the lord of the land better move and make space for him.
All of the sudden I miss home again. Missing my two sweethearts Hannah and Bilal. They must have grown by now; a month is plenty of time to grow up. Hope they are doing okay. Not much of a grandpa I am. Always staying away from you.
A man on an elevator behind me suddenly agitated when his small child hung on the mother and both fell. Maybe he was afraid as the end of an elevator has an edge that would get your foot if you were barefooted. He screamed as he fell with the mother and the father which was in the front suddenly yanked up his small child and whacked him mercilessly. Instead of taking him to safety he yanked him like a cat stealing food and beat him. Why!? My hearts crushed because that “was me before”. And I know the answer why!The sight so ugly that everyone nearby just speechless. I closed my eyes and swallowed the ugly sight…. Please God I don’t want to be him again.
In Kelantan there is a character of a man known as “pongoh” ( a bit like “bengis” but not exactly). Now this man could be nice looking man, quiet, lebai and soft-spoken but somehow within him there is an explosive behaviour that can turn the world around him upside down. No matter who is around when he exploded he would reach him or her and release the heat on him or her. After that he will not remember what has happened. Just a deep pain of guilt left inside him. He would gather this pain/guilt and put it at a corner of his memory. He will mourn for the rest of his life.
6:20 pm. The food has not arrive yet. How come? Hahahah better find out.
Alhamdulillah ala kullihal……
A group of Indon sat behind me. Noisy and all but using language I dont understand (maybe Jawa). Buka nasi bungkus depa…. Pheww the smell …. And you are not offered…. Dang!
Better ask those Turkish guy,
“Qohwah! Qohwah! Wahid…… “I uttered unsurely. But without hush hush they handed out. Thanked him and left. What a splendid coffee—- a bit sweet. Definitely not arabic coffee.
Otw back the traffic was heavy but smooth. I saw a group of ibu2 Indon waiting for the lift. Oh no! Wrong timing tonight. One lift opened, full ….I knew it could not take me in. I stepped in anyway ….and of course “ erk erk” the overload warning beeped .someone pushed me out. I. Climbed 8 flight of stairs to my room. It’s okay my cold baryani from yesterday is waiting in the fridge.
11:40 pm was out in the street but saw a beautiful roti. Good for sahur I supposed.
“Satu riyal haji…..” the lad said. I shoved it into my bag and hurried off. I cant miss the prayer tonight. I’ve got my roti, my natura shake I think will stay on.
Solat tahajjud ended at 2 am.
I didn’t stay. My tummy was grumbling again and to avoid another catastrophy I hurried back.
