Bad neighbour

Salaam.

Its been 8 full months since I was posted to teach at this school, about the same time that I moved in to the flat too. Time sure flies fast, isnt it?  ':-D

But really, it made me felt guilty though, that I've didn't get the chance to get to know my neighbors better. Forget about it, I wasn't even around much.. while they're awake, that is. Perhaps they've gotten used to it.. the sound of my car departing before fajr and returning only in the middle of the night. So that made my conversations with them never really surpassed that short 'Salaam' and that simple 'Hello'.

I've been thinking, is it better this way? Sometimes I thought it is, always for the same reason. So that's why.. I don't think it is necessary for me to write here anymore, as it is not necessary for you to know about my everyday life. Not because of whoever you are, but because of what I've become.

For that, I hope that I'm forgiven..

p/s: It might not be me the one who came knocking