‘Ramadhan datang lagi.. menggamit seribu kerinduan’
I am looking at that page again and again.. those words from that magazine are really tickles.. its famous, in fact, some other articles also mention the same thing. But they were all writing about how Ramadhan brings bless, peace and love. Of course it is.
But to me.. every time Ramadhan comes, my heart sink, and my stomach flutters… I missed it, and it always make me miss my mom, my dad, my home, and that lil town where I came from and all those memories I had about them. I could close my eyes and imagine mak in the kitchen, chasing around preparing the table.. I miss her teh tarik and her cendol.. I could imagine, ayah coming back form terawikh in his green baju melayu, I could recognize his silhouette form far, walking slowly with his injured leg. I could imagine our kitchen, and every lil thing on the counter.
And of course.. I could close my eyes, and imagine mak’s and ayah’s grave, side by side.. Every night, I close my eyes, and imagine that I flew away, visiting them, and sit by those 4 white standing stones..
There’s still no luck for me to be there.. it has been almost 3 years – that I havent visit.. its not my choice. I really hope my mom and dad could understand. I always prayed and prayed for them where ever I am… and my heart are always with them.. but I do pray that someday, I am allowed to visit. To me, that is the most meaningful 15 minutes, if it could happen.
Please do pray for me .. that I could visit someday. Mungkin satu hari nanti ada rezeki buat saya..
And to all of you – Ampun dan maaf sempena Ramadhan ini.. semoga ia membawa keribu keberkatan pada kita semua dan semoga keimanan kita bertambah dari hari ke hari, dan takkan pernah pudar lagi ….