Assalamualaikum wbt.
Summer is reaching its end. And when I had noticed that only few days are left, half of me is in the dumps and the other half is pretty excited. Am not intuitive enough to call myself a clairvoyant, but this happens everytime school starts – homesick. To see my younger brothers sleep peacefully and gaming in excitement has been a pleasure that makes missing home a sure thing. But a piece from Surah At Taghabun had lifted my spirit – Your riches and your children may be but a trial: but in the Presence of Allah, is the highest, Reward.
And this summer has been a journey to understand some strong concepts in life. Some basics that a 7 year old kid might understand first than me. And summer has its own glee and despair, success and disappointment. But, it’s okay. Alhamdulillah.
I am quite clueless about what to write, since quite a lot of good-stories-worth-to-share took place throughout the halt. And I am actually losing the vocabs and oh-how-to-make-engaging sentences as well. And this post, sungguh melancholic bunyinya.
Tak apalah, I’ll share a simple story, no heavy elements here.
I drive occasionally, in some summer perhaps. But never ‘challenged’ myself to fill in the tank on my own. And on one fine day, I had tempted to do so.
Me: Pakcik, RM20 yang nombor 2.
Pakcik: Okay.
Me: Terima kasih.
(tunggu dengan muka mengharapkan resit atau apa2 prove pembayaran)
Pakcik: Eh, dah ar.
Me: Oooooo. (ish, malunya)
(patah balik)
Me: Pakcik, saya isi RM20 je tapi kat situ RM40. (ingatkan dapat berlaku jujur)
Pakcik: Adoi, isi la dulu, nanti dia jadi la RM20.
Me: Oooooo.
(Isi cepat-cepat dan cuba cari stesen minyak lain untuk isi minyak di masa akan datang)
Wallahu’alam
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