Friday, January 2, 2009

.: Eyes closed :.


And I'm back in time.

You’re going to switch schools.

I smiled, nodded and did my usual stuff.


The next morning, as I looked outside the windows of the school bus with beads of raindrops trickling at the sides, I asked myself …

Why is the sky crying?

Only then I realized, I'm crying with it.

The idea was unfathomable. No amount of reasoning was enough to alter mum’s decision. Dad tried to console me, to no avail.

They have their reasons.
~ Then why won’t they tell me?
Because we are kids.
~ The sky is crying again.
Don’t cry with it.
~ I can’t.
...

8.44am Malaysian Time

9 comments:

Yoli said...

Please don't cry.

Hajar said...

Yoli :: Felt a little under the weather, though be rest assured that I won't. :)

W'salam,
Hajar

mistika said...

I love your blog!!!

kakchik said...

Salam Hajar.

Don't worry, you'll find a new school would be another memorable venture. All the best to you.
I just love reading your blog and your writing style and of course your English, wow!

Hajar said...

Mistika :: Cool~ Thanks. ^^

Kakchik :: W'salam. Welcome again~ ^^ Truthfully, that happened years ago. I'm much much older now and school was a thing of the past. Haha~ On the new school, I beg to differ. The experience was bad. :(

W'salam,
Hajar

kakchik said...

Salam Hajar.
Well, looks like I'm ignorant then. I think I've read somewhere in your blog that you are working now but somehow I've missed that fact when i wrote that comment above.

Hajar said...

W'salam Kakchik,

Ignorant, you're most definitely not. Reading tonnes of blogs does get us confused@forget the facts. At least, that's what I occasionally do. :)

W'salam,
Hajar

redanna said...

owh...those memories are precious..

Hajar said...

They are. :)

W'salam,
Hajar