Musafir Biru

bismillah. One night, my sister, my brother, and my two nephews went out to a mall. Usually, to make our nieces and nephews behave whenever we are in the car or outside the house, my brother and I ask them to find the moon, stars, birds etc. So that night, my brother, and my sister (my nephews' mother) asked them to find the moon. The older brother, a five-year old, was just giggling in my brother's lap. The younger boy, the three-year old, was the one excited to find it. Sister : Mana bulan? (Where's the moon?)  Nampak tak? (Can you see it?) [Nephew starts searching for it, but the night was dark, and there was no moon.] Nephew : Moon takde. (No moon.) Moon sleep. Sister : Stars? Nephew : Takde. (No.) Stars sleep. Sun pun  sleep. When we are supposed to shine, but we hide in the dark, or, to quote my nephew, sleep, none can enjoy the light. Step out from your hiding. And shine your way. You might be the light that could one day change

bismillah. Speak good or remain silent. [HR Bukhari & Muslim] I used to talk a lot back in my school years. I mean, A LOT! I was the crazy, old, non-stop talking bird who was known for a wide range of rants. I couldn't stop jibber-jabber-ing. I was the 'twitter'. (pun intended) I don't think I had ever quite shut up except when crying and sleeping. And in history classes (I usually sleep during that time). And my so-called talkativeness got worse when I started yapping about my past to my beloved teacher whom I now call as a friend. So, being able to talk was my, how do you say it.. superpower. Back then, I was the one always wanting to say whatever that my mind wanted me to say. Sometimes rational. Most of the time, not so much. I got banned by some of the guys when I was a senior cause I was, apparently, "too outspoken". Irony. Now I don't even talk. Not to my family. Not to friends. Not anyone. Le bird, h

bismillah. The last week of February, my brother decided to come back home for a week. Taking a vacation from his long days of being an intern as a houseman at a hospital in Sarawak. The week he came home was the week that my parents went outstation. So there was just me, him, and my lil bro. my doctor-brother in red-tee, my lil bro next to me After we went to visit our grandma on Monday, she invited us for lunch some time for that week. But my brother kept saying that he can't make it. The thing is, my big bro, he doesn't talk much. So, it was not a surprise when we found out that the reason he didn't want us to have lunch with grandma was that he had the whole week planned for us three! He had only 2-days void left in his week here, and he was planning for a wonderful trip. But to His plans, we had to cancel that. And at last we decided to go to Cosmo's World at Times Square. I am afraid of a lot of things, but going to the indoor theme park, my