.: A soluble myth :.

Silence. 

Keeping mum on the many issues that penetrate through the mind. Do not be swayed. Do not be dismayed. For every circumstance, under every situation, there is bound to be a logical explanation. There is substance, despite not having the ability to fully comprehend it. This is the reality. Not all that seems to be, is the real existence of things. 

At times, the mind is even led to place full trust on the vague dream-scape. Entangled in the web. Not knowing where to begin. The search for an ounce of truth. As life goes on, the mind weaves its thoughts. Threading carefully so as to not be shredded by the crimson ripples that exist in the darkened chambers. The tear is there. Being stretched every now and then. A path that is less traveled. Press on.

Press on for dear life. 

5.09pm Malaysian Time

.: Crimson ripples :.

The rain carries fragments … 

It is at moments like these that my thoughts begin to wander off to a distant moment in time … 

~ 

Miss! Girls must not walk in the rain!

~

 Do you have something to cover yourself with?

~ 

And just as I was about to take that first step, to mindlessly take a stroll under the pitter-patter realities, a stranger comes by and says; 

You will get drenched. Let me walk you to your car.

The aspiration of one’s early days.

11.07pm Malaysian Time

.: 故事未完成 :.

The story has not ended.

~

Do you ever have that feeling? As though God is not listening to you?

~

Friend :: That’s a complicated drawing. You should have taken Engineering.

Me :: It’s not that complicated really.  

Friend :: So what’s the story, morning glory?  

Me :: You see the head of a lion with wings. Do the Math. 

Friend:: Feisty, with an angelic side. :)  

Me :: You Engineering lads creep me out.

The message behind the drawing was an illustration of ‘Love’, ‘Fear’ and ‘Hope’ as opposed to ‘Faith’, ‘Love’ and ‘Hope’, from the Bible. I didn’t know about Ibn Qayyim then, and there I was, doodling one of his distinctive quotes.

In my pursuit, in becoming a potential hermit, I eventually came to the following deduction …

With every good that happens to me, with every comforting feeling that sweeps by me, with every situation that comes my way, could these be His way of sending the message across?

A coded mess.

8.45am Malaysian Time

.: Drop of ember :.

Changi Airport.

Cousin 1 :: Look at that grandpa over there. He shouldn't be working at his age!

Cousin 2 :: He has to. Singapore has high living standards.  

On one of my solitary walks, I observed a grandpa hastily picking up the rubbish us civilised people left behind. He had a hunched back, and could possibly be in his late 60s. As I observed him, I noticed the onlookers, comprising bustling youths, taking no notice of him. The ones, who did, chuckled as though he was their limelight of the day.

Morning came and I went on another solitary walk. I was trying to rid the image out of my head, when in less than a jiffy; I stumbled upon an elderly man, with a pile of cardboard boxes. He stood at the corner of the road, scrambling for some balance as he stacked one cardboard after the other. And I stood there, at the side of the curb, utterly helpless.

In all honesty, these impromptu trips to Singapore, have taken a toil to say the least. Of all things that could remotely be possible to bring the spirits down, incidents such as these equate to those watershed moments.

Outside of this ark, all is deluge

9.28pm Malaysian Time

.: 好心人 :.

让人感觉充满希望。

Feels absolutely exhilarating to be away from work and to be able to do the things I had long craved to do for an entire 6 weeks at stretch! As much as I want to prolong this newly discovered transient sanctity, I suppose I have to face this gutted reality. Work, or rather, my bold pursuit at a relatively unfamiliar environment, will officially kickoff as of 15th October 2012. 

Current state of affairs are starting to unravel in an interesting manner, to say the least. :)

加油~加油~加油！

1.50pm Malaysian Time

.: Masjid Ahmad :.

At Buona Vista, Singapore.

A matter of days left till the gates of Ramadhan close in on us. Haven't made specific plans for Eid, however the family had mutually came to a consensus to return to the Southern home for a quaint Eid celebration. After all, it has been close to 10 years since we last gathered there.  

Due to the close proximity between the Southern home and my motherland, I will most probably hop over to Singapore for a bit; seizing the occasion to strengthen the bonds of kinship and possibly badgering a couple of friends for a sip or two. 

Recollections.

4.20pm Malaysian Time

.: Luminous spectrum :.

Of a heart that speaks.

Sitting with the visually impaired and having casual chats with them can at more than one occasion be a remarkably profound experience. More often than not, the words that flow out of them are filled with traces of compassion and wisdom. Truth be told, they may not be able to see things in the physical sense, but their hearts made it possible for them to purge out the impurities, to see, to react to things in ways we seldom do. Patience, calmness, and gratitude; just a few of the many traits one can strive to learn from them. One only needs to stop for a moment, spend a bit of time, to feel what it feels to be them.

...............

If you are not patient upon seeking knowledge you (will have to) be patient upon the difficulty (misery) of ignorance.

Therefore I became ecstatic when I came to know my dearest Sketchedsoul has taken it upon herself to run a braille project! With the aim to empower these gifted individuals with the gift of knowledge, the funds collected will be used to purchase braille Qur'an, Muqaddam and Yasin. These items will then be distributed to children and adults residing in Malaysia, Gaza and Nigeria. 

As of today, she has managed to raise $1375, alhamdulillah. Hopefully she will reach her $2540 mark by Eid, insha'Allah!  

Hop on over to her blog for more info :: http://sketchedsoul.blogspot.com/

Eid is fast approaching.

6.17am Malaysian Time