Rindu, Rindukanlah

Malam hari

Subuh prayer. A man kept looking at err me? so i decided to err capture him!

Found another mirror, so.

Assalamualaikum

Holiday left for another few days well, about a week and i haven’t done any of homeworks gave by my darling teachers.

My little 3 years old cat, Angah is sick and well i’m about to cry whenever thinking bout him. Sha loves you, Angah...

And yes, i AM stress now apart of that it is because of my Mid Year examination wasn’t that  brilliant i afraid my grade will drop cause i got B+ for addmaths and another few marks for me to get an A. Same to my English even though teacher haven’t distribute the marks and papers yet(pray my results are OK; that’s the reason i write today’s blog in English).

To think  about it i’m actually missing something. Missing the holy land... Oh Mecca and Medina, how I wish to be there again and again, to inhale the fresh Taiba air, walk in the street of Medina, gave my handbags for the policewoman to check, doing tawaf, drinking cold-fresh-pure-mango juice that i can bought if for SR5 beside of my Qasr a al Qamar Hotel, smell Arabs atar, being push by them, being called as Hajjah, knowing new people and the most one is, look at the Kaabah. I sincerely not sure, the Kaaba is totally black with gold coloured verses of holy Quran.

I remembered it’s about my third day was at Mecca and I heard of droplets of water at the next of my room after done with my lunch and i believe it is kitchen room that was modified into laundry room. As I entered there to switch off(is there another word that can replace the word where meaning is tutup pili air?), i almost fainted as all I can see was man clothes and most of them are under wears. What a shame.

My front room is my Mak Teh with one of her 9 years old daughter, Mek Lah and Ayah Chik’s wife. While my next room is seated with few of Rayhar workers and most of them I believe are the students of University Islam of Medina. And they were all handsome and looked pious and one of them married and was a son of couple of Kelantanese. And now working as a teacher at a Madrasah in Haram. Ah yes, the Arabs call Mosque of Haram as Haram and even the hypermarket nearby write first floor as ‘Haram’

Peta kawasan sekitar Masjid Haram, Makkah

The next to room beside of my room are rooms of Ayah Chik, cousins and others. It felt so comfortable Rayhar pun our big  family near to each other’s room. Well, throughout this trip i know well all my relatives and I had as such well friendly cousins. Remember when we were waiting for boarding time that was about 3 hours(‘m not sure why does the Arab Saudi have to make this kind of rule-check in about 4 hours and i was almost half dead cold in the waiting area as my fever came back and my cousin keep making jokes to feed me and what ever it is. At least, i can eventually smile again. Ah yes, he’s going to be married in few months.

And again, remember on my feeling during KLIA airports during few hours from check-in time to Medina. I was almost well flabbergasted. My sister and brother both from UPM and BMI respectively arrived there. And the feeling was just so calm. The love was spread throughout the KLIA(well what tha i actually talking?)

And I(and again, and) remembered on when i was walking at the dataran Haram and keep looking at he people, with their ihrams(I actually have a picture with unknown who was wearing ihrams and i’m going to post them one day cause it is in my sis’s cell phone.

Going for market nearby the Menara Jam. Looking for Nasi mandy!

There was a time when I went to hypermarket with sister(we would get sued) if the police catch us. Mahram? Mahram? La Mahram!! maybe dia akan berkata begitu. Kalau ya pun, main tangkap je petugas rayhar yang berkeliaran di hypermarket. One of them jumpa semasa cari Nasi Mandy and Kebab. Hihi.

I'll be back

Okey, What is your point sha? The point is I AM MISSING THE HOLY LAND. O mighty Allah, jemputlah hambaMu ini kembali....