The journey, just begins

Just another story

Everyone has a road to travel

There was a guy; we were working in the same company . He was scolded by the boss, I overheard while walking  outside the room. Later, that evening, I saw him struggling with his car. “I think there is something wrong, I can’t start the engine” he told me when I asked. His face seemed gloomy. It was getting dark, thus I offered him a lift home.

We didn’t talk much in the car. He told me he had 3 children and a beautiful wife. His house was quite old, not alike fancy houses in the busy city. He walked towards an apple tree in front of his house and touched the tip of the leaf. Swiftly, a smile hovered on his face, and walked briskly to his family waiting on the front door. He kissed his wife on the chick and hugged the children. Laughter cracked the quietness of the evening.

Moments later he came to me to say thank you. “I saw you touched the leaf and suddenly a smile hung on your face, yet you were looking sad in the car” I asked after million questions dancing on my head. Strange and curious, shall I described. He laughed.

“In life, we all have troubles and problems, yet they do not belong here with my family. So, every day I hang them on the leaves and it is strange that they are getting further the next morning” I smiled. He thanked me and I went home, yet still thinking about it.

Appreciate while you still can

Dear reader,

There are people in the world who know no misery and hardship, and they take comfort in cheerful film about twittering birds and giggling elves. There are people who know there is always a mystery to be solved, and they take comfort in researching and writing down any important evidences.

There are people in the world who are struggling with life, but they never tell or show it to anyone. And they take comfort in love within family and caring friends. There are also people in the world who are wishing to be like you, cheerful, easy and free. As if nothing is lacking in your life. You are very fortunate indeed. Be grateful and appreciate it.

Today we may not get what we want the most, but never ever give up. 

I remember my friend said, 

JATUH ITU BIASA, BANGKIT ITU LUAR BIASA

True life just begin..all the best to you guys

Try harder, worked smartly

To you, this is not over yet...

stay strong...believe me..eventually you will be successful

You just need to have faith

and keep on trying

We are prying to God

To grant us the best.. :)

Lets us be those who are bertaqwa to Allah, they are successful people indeed

P/s: I’m sorry for writing in English. It is not I’m good with it; I’m a dumb when it comes to English actually. But, I believe, if you are weak, you learn. Thus, here I am, learning. 

That's for now...

Regards,

Pjul

Untold story part 2

There is no great tale, rather than the true story

I know we all are not that strong inside, well that includes me

I was grateful to be under the "Project Khas" allowing me to not-paying the fee, except the for the PIBG. Swiftly, I completed the registration and was sent to the sole hostel in the administration side, specifically for the new boys.E42 was my dobby number-it will be coming handy later I guess. As my father faded away with the car, tears rolled on my cheek, the heart felt so empty. stranded in a world filled with strangers.

I was just a small kid indeed. Never went too far from home. Very shy to make friend and often look clueless. Not surprising I’m not making any friends initially. On the very first day of schooling-we were forced to remember our classmates’ name, that day I embarked to know them. 1 Sejahtera, the last class far at the end was my lucky class, a music class indeed, not art as I hoped it was.

I cried every morning, well when I woke up from my deep sleep to be exact. I remembered home, the comfort and all nice things that could across my empty mind. “I heard you were crying every morning, right after I woke you up” told my close friend, one day. Silent in the air-I didn’t know what to say. However, it eventually stopped after I coincidently read a hadith “We should not cry when we were awake in the morning, those who did, as if they were blaming God for His fate” sound something like that. 

We all had to pick a sport or you would become “kapal layar”- A cool phrase rather than saying, I’m not taking up any sports. I was a dumb when it came to sports, unfortunate guy who not really, not at all I guess to be fond of football; a game that unites people nowadays. So, I chose to play basketball. “Should be easy and fun, plus it is hand and not feet” I thought. It was indeed, if you were passionate about it- I was among the 21 boys who would finish training very late, almost 7pm and had to rush for shower and dinner.

Unbelievable fact: I called my parents every day, before subuh if you guys were wondering. Most of them were a less-five minutes chat. I didn’t know why I called them at dusk, perhaps that the only time I was free and the public phones were unoccupied. One night, as usual I put my ‘ring ring card”-the prepaid card that can easily be slide into the public phone to make call, under my pillow. I remembered the balance in it, RM11. That morning, before rushing to surau for prayer, I was shocked when the balance was less than RM2, I cursed the one who used it silently. A thief and a crime had been committed, indeed. 

Hurm, I was really in a very deep sleep.

End of part 2.

Yet, you can continuously hiding, or bravely stepping outside

That's for now

A tadpoles’ story

Look at the sky, how great He is

It was a quiet Monday evening, I was very bored staying at home doing nothing. So, I started walking around the house, looking for something interesting. However, I didn’t realise that I was walking on dried and devastated soil of paddy field. There were cracks on the ground as if it was hit by severe drought. But, I continued walking towards the “palong”-that was what we used to call it.

I came across a small pot of muddy water in the midst of drying field. Subtlety, I could see a medium size of a fish-Ikan Haruan swimming in it. I remembered my childhood age, together with my brother catching fish in the paddy field, it was worthy. We would usually be walking back with smiles hovering on our faces, caring tonnes of fish home. It was a gratifying satisfaction looking at the fish that we caught and comparing their sizes. I spend the last 10 minutes, tried to catch it-yet I failed, proven my skills were no longer as good as before. So, I continued walking.

On my way back, I encountered another drying pot of water. Swimming in it was a countless number of tadpoles, individually dark in colour-they were still very young indeed. They were stranded in a small drying pond, with limited water and limited space to swim. Not far from them, was another group of tadpoles, yet there was no water left. They were like a wrinkled big dot, and I could see white spot on their back-the mud that had already dried. Apparently, they had died. I felt sad for a moment.

“Everything is worth trying” I saw an old yet small plastic bag-half of it was buried in the soil. Filled it with water and pour it onto the dried soil. Amazingly, the tadpoles started moving-some were swimming. I smiled-nature was really unpredictable.

Today we may be stranded in a strange and new place, maybe facing a new culture and adventure. Yet, curve in your heart and tape in your mind; we are capable doing what we never expect we can, we can swiftly adapt to new culture and we can survive even in horrific disaster....we just need to give a bash and believe in faith.

That night it rained heavily, cats and dogs what people usually described it, and I knew they would definitely be fine.

I knew you also would... Inshaallah :)

Palong~the epic irrigation system

The dried land, something coming out of it

The tadpoles, can't really see it clearly..

That's for now..