Sunday, February 08, 2009
Today i write about longing. To a place I call home.
For those times of outings, when mother wrapped her arms protectively at my elbow. As if I was her 3- year old child about to be snatched by thieves sneaking somewhere amongst the crowd. In her eyes i never ceased to be the baby. If only she knew what treasure i find in being that baby.
For the proud smile of mother whenever us the children are walking along her side. And the twinkling in her eyes when she describes us for the customary questions from orang-orang kampung. Oblivious to her that we are nothing special in this world. Our faces, no one would be smitten by.
For the familiarity of faces and warm comfort i find in them. No money can buy this pleasure. No money could make up this bliss either and it never did. For our lives are nothing short of simplicity. Straight forward and honest. These years, when life starts to build its complexity i search for the unpretentious cocoon; through the secret underground tunnel leading to the way out.
For the tenderness of squid in my mouth, juicy and fragrant fresh from the BBQ skewers. There's a hint of belacan too adding to the aroma. Sea breeze kisses my cheeks, forehead, stinging my eyes, blowing my hijab to the side. With it brings thousands memories tender to the heart.
For the sight of beaches I fancy so much. Their beauty never failed me, never betrayed me. Not once have i found the like of them in this land down under.
For those long rides in the car, us having to stop by RnRs for prayers. Little words are exchanged. Yet serenity falls on me when the obligatories are offered. The short moment I indulge in to my heart's content until God takes it away again. There seems nothing more in this world i would ask for. (
walasau fayardho)
It's always the serenity, the contentment of having them around. No matter who they are in the world's hypercritical eyes. They may have nothing much to offer to the world, but they mean the world to me.
~~*posted on*~~ Sunday, February 08, 2009
