Opah

During the course of raya Eidulfitri, our family went beraya at my mum's side which is at Johor. Kluang. This year we had the priviledge to go to the old house of my late grandma. It was still in good condition eventho its left with old furniture and some other old stuffs inside of the house. We pay her a visit to her grave and went to the house for a family gathering.

Anyhow, the place or the house to be exact, is nice and as we are cleaning the dust around the area, I opened some of the old stash inside of the house. I found myself some really old photos, diaries and some photo album of my late grandma. Some of them are funny and some are interesting and it does brings some nostalgic feeling of the 90-s.

My Auntie when she was in Japan, lets be honest here, I thought that was the oven glove

Hahaha..

A simple panoramic picture of my aunt and some heartfelt message

The gift from my cousin to Opah

Hahaha, this was the funniest I guess. Mainly because my cousin, the girl who wrote this is all grown-up already. There even some sign over there. Whats funny is that, my grandma didn't really write anything at the book despite receiving it to write diaries. 

Her days when she was a teacher.. I think it was during Teacher's day 

Opah loves to collect scented candles, potpourri, and those doorgift from various wedding ceremonies. Soo basically this is her collection stash.

My Aunt with Opah.

I found this lovely photo frame of her grandchildrens at that time. If it were to include present time, maybe they had to add more faces in there. I'll be honest not much people recognize me in this. Hoho

I had planned to write this ever since Raya Eidulfitri this year, but something came up, and it kept me away from my blogs for sometime. My lappy basically had its screen cracked and I didnt really have enough money to fix it. But worry not, cuz now I am fine and I'm on my way of getting it fixed.

My Opah as far as I knew her is really an admirable person. During her youthful days, she was a famous ustazah at her school. She was well-known cuz her students are all very good in that particular subject she's teaching. She is knowledgeable, kind, generous, loving, and always full of advise. I always happy during her presence. There aren't much woman family members in the family tree, so having her around made us felt comfortable. 

She was always the type who share lots of her stories during her glory days. Sharing stories of her late husband, how he was always by her side before she was left widowed. It was always wonderful to hear her share her experiences. There are just many moral stories to be taken. It was fun

I remembered that one time she was sick at her house, we went visiting her. She always ask me of how I always been and how are my studies when she was around. I was always the one that usually asked for advice how to do this and that.

What I love of her is that she always seems to know when I have a problem. I'm not sure how but she seems to be able to read me inside out when nobody can, that includes my parents as well. I told my grandma lots of secrets tho and writing this kinda made me feel sad to think that now shes no longer here. 

So far, I am very comfortable when I'm with Opah cuz she is a very good listener. There are not much people who are as good as her. Unfortunately, she passed away in her 60ties due to fibroid cancer. She has been fighting it for years and she eventually won the fight, but the aftermath is just too much for a women of her age to handle. May Allah grants her Jannatul Firdaus, paradise in the afterlife.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Al-Fatihah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Is he crazy?

I was just finished my Jumaat's prayer at the time and I was disapa by this one familiar looking guy.

He wore a brown worn-out tee and a torn black-leathered jeans. His shirt had its sleeves torn up at the end of it while having a dark blue worn-out sidebag on his side. He came up to me as if he wanted something at the time but all he wanted is just a handshake. I shook his hand treating as if he's a normal person. Suprisingly, he said " Alhamdulillah " and went forward to seemingly offers a handshake to the other person in front of me.

The people of the mosque was fine by his presence as he didn't not throw out any fit nor cause any harm to them. I'm pretty much sure they all know who he is since he wonders around practically everywhere. Anyway, as he was advancing towards the front row of the prayers while offering handshakes to the people around him. He went straight to the Imam of the masjid to offer his handshake.

To my surprise, the Imam eventually standup offers him handshake and made him sit behind him for the after prayer. Everybody seems to be pleased of that situation and continue to berdoa as usual. When the after prayer was done, he standup and make his way out of the mosque. I'll be honest here, I'm kinda expecting him to cause a ruckus around, cuz duh! He's crazy and I don't really expect much from someone like him but this situation totally changed how I looked at things.

After that whole situation, I kinda became fascinated to the guy cuz truthfully speaking, he has been around this area for more than a 4 years and of all this time, this is the only time that I saw this. When I think hard back about this, 4 years! That's a long time. I mean to survive in this world with just the generosity and kindness of the nearby people, that's really something when you think about it.

Fascinating huh?

Anyhow as crazy as he is, he didn't seem to pose a threat to the society around him but instead he has been in this area for so long that nearby people would recognize him and offers him food despite knowing that he's crazy. I never truly knew the person but I heard before he went crazy, he was a good person. A person good enough that made the people of Paka nearby knew him.

I'm kinda curious about his origins myself actually, yet I don't even know who to ask about him. I did ask my father about him tho since I once saw him being treated food at a restaurant nearby. When I did, he only said that he did it cuz what of he saw others did.

It is all about perception I guess. What makes me think of these is that, if he is as dangerous as I thought, people would have escort him outside of the mosque the moment he sets his foot inside. I'm expecting he had some good background history. I guess lets just leave a benefit of a doubt in this scenario.

Oh well, despite that, I felt bad for thinking bad of him. After all our perception is actually a reflection of ourselves. Maybe I should be more optimistic or maybe just paranoid. Who knows kan.

Whats more surprising is that, that crazy person, lets just call him, Pok We, had a case before that what made people deemed him as crazy. There was a point where some of the residents here actually saw him sleeping outside a house butt naked. One of the residents who is a young girl saw him, and called the police because his actions or his sleeping position looks like as if he's dead.

He was caught as I heard and again was somehow release to the public soon after. Not sure how or when. I guess Allah had a good plan for him. I often heard people saying " Orang gila aka Crazy people like him, if he were a muslim before, He had his place in Jannah.". Like gila naturally lah, kalau gila yang dicari tu, menempah neraka ler jawapnyaa. I hope he will be well, wherever or whenever he is. I wonder how old is he tho. Hmmmm...

Death Timer

As I walk by towards a stall at a night market nearby here, a car from behind suddenly hit the tent of the stall. Lights and wires that were hung up between the steel roof of the tent were falling down and I quickly duck to avoid an injury to happen to my head when the tent slowly losing its balance. As a result I hurt my knee and my watch were damaged due to a hit on the road.

Frustrated and still manage to maintain sabar due to all that situation, I went home preparing for break fast. As I look back towards my damaged watch, I realized that, the watch was actually my 4th for the year. Its weird when I think that, most of my stuffs or anything that was given to me got damaged rather easily. Even my mum noticed this due to multiple times she gave stuffs to me and that stuffs didn't last for long.

I tried my hardest to take care of them but I guess I was unfortunate to have accidents happen to me involving breaking my valued belongings. At some point, I beginning to think it was a curse. Even so, my parents and siblings would usually deemed me as careless and clumsy. I know I'm not what they said I am and I tried to prove to them that I'm not but I always fail again and again. I beginning to think that the things I held practically some sort of a death timer.

Wouldnt it be good for us to know when a certain things death would be? Or is it the other way around? I guess if we did knew, we probably be under appreciate it and started to do so until the last minute. I guess it would be fine for inanimate objects. What if we knew our own life's death timer?

Like when will we die, how, what cause, why and all of those. What if we knew all that? Will we be missed? Will we be remembered? Are we satisfied of what we leave behind for future generation? Will our beloved be okay with when the time comes? It will be a completely new situation wouldn't it?

I'm sorry. I had my overthinking took over me for today and hence this post came up. Again, I'm just letting it out of my mind for awhile. Anyhow, I found this really sad iklan for the upcoming Eidulfitri. Please take a look it is really good.

Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan To All My Muslim Readers out there. 

Sorry for the late posts.

Will post more later~ <3