Dear Khaulah, Assalaamu'alaikum WBT.
How are you baby girl? These days we sure love to hear your bubbliness. Sorry if we ever fell asleep in between though haha.. Hmm lets see what should we talk about today..
A couple of weeks ago we managed to spend 3 days at my parents house during the Chinese New Year celebration. I was elated to return actually, spending time with my parents, meeting old friends and all.. Then the next Thursday we went early to the village because the Surau are having Doa Selamat after Maghrib in conjunction of the country's National Day. Actually all Masjids and surau are having that ceremony but I felt its been too long since I last involved with the surau's community back home. I was so happy to be able to spend some time with them and I can see that they were delighted that I was there that they asked me to lead the recital and be the imam for 'Isya. An old friend, whose been the bilal even before I reverted to Islam told me that they know I missed spending time there and that they understand my situation.
Later that night, I went through the longest dream that I ever had. I guess I really missed that place immensely; the village and the surau and the dusun-ly atmosphere. After all, what kind of man who does not long for his own homeland, his own kingdom?
Oh back to the lengthy dream, I dreamt of 3 deaths happened one by one in front of me :
The first one was the demise of an acquaintance whom I barely know, but dear to one of your mom's siblings. I can feel my own sadness seeing it.
The second one was the death of a friend whom I no longer managed to spend time with, then I saw the empty spot where he used to eat and the me in the dream cried.
The last one was the death of the old friend that I spoke of above. I went through all the flashbacks since more than 23 years ago before I finally hugged him while weeping. I suddenly woke up because of the wet pillow and it was already time for the call of Subuh prayer. The next days, I kept on pondering about the dream. Its just too much information and even though its just a dream, the gloomy feeling still lingers until today.
The lessons are obvious, isn't it Khaulah? Speak them to me later then if I'm still around. See if I still remembers it because I'm getting lazy to write haha..
Loving you each and every day,
Dad.
