There were few kids around at the surau downstairs just now.
They were about 8-9 years old. Very petite and cute. I kept asking my friend if
we were that small when we were their age. Well, that’s not the whole point,
really. Out of nowhere, I felt touched to see them. I was a kid, too, the one
who pestered around my mother, father, grandmother and late grandfather around.
When I see those eyes, I wonder if they do get the fatherly love from the first
two important men in a girl’s world– the father and grandfather. I hope they
do. Kids deserved to be loved and cared and paid the huge amount of attention.
Al-fatihah to my late Wan. I miss him so much especially since
Ramadhan is here.
I miss you. thank you for being such a great person in my
life.
