Penang when I need a good intervention
Days passed by slowly these days. Slowly in terms of progress in the big picture; what makes North Korea declares war with the US and what am I doing here all together with the rest of the earthlings and affects the decision making and hence, becoming part of the reason that there will be a war in between the two country, one unfortunate day. I was in Penang trying to make sense of myself and digest everything that I need to in order to make the world a better place. It wasn't suppose to sounds funny, but my senses, up to this point still, haven't really understand and thus, grab and hold the idea of earth being our one truly heaven, and that God will eventually be with us and like in the Quran, we shall be receiving His salam every Friday. Salam in Bahasa Melayu means, shake-hand; in gesture, you shake-hand with people when you see them. Salam in Arabic means Peace(to you) when you see each other, like a very short prayer to the people you see.
So, I have managed to find time to get things elaborated more clearer. Of course, with my beloved mother by my side. Went to Penang meeting up The Dad and yes, I am more defined and towards that course of the definition, I am a lot more certain; Like the sun when it greets earthlings every morning of everyday. No one knows that it is smiling, glad to be seeing us again although a new day is never promised for us all, and hence, it is glad; certain about God's certainty.
The sun early in the morning at my Dad's balcony
I got up early just to have my morning run and thankfully, I managed to do a satisfying one. The best part is, my mom too, were lifting herself up doing brisk-walking. Do you know, that the pavement to the car park of my Dad's apartment is very steep? Yes. And I am glad that my mother goes through it since I know, it is very good for her breathing and potentials.
After a satisfying exercising, went to town to get our breakfast. We went to one of my dad's relative stall which their main dish is soto. Soto is one of Malay food which we usually serve during festive season such as Hari Raya. I am straight being too full, although it is my favorite dish and I can usually have more. Haha!
Then, I spent time with mama at home, without really have anything important to do. Just embracing the space and quietness, but most important of all, the distance of my dad which usually will be a lot far. And at night, we went to town again for dinner. I super love the menu which revolves around seafood. I had the kerang bakar and burnt octopus. Dinner well chosen!
This is The Dad; Babah I call him <3
And the next day was just the same; doing my running and breakfast like a Penang-ian. Roti canai telur mata banjir-- Heaven is made out of street; that is why only few people belongs to the street, ya know. My baby food if my dad is around will be a peach! He always serve us during sahur so that we will be enlightened throughout the day; my dad loves me :)
Went back home after our breakfast, thinking about how does it feel to be having a life without any street food anymore? Living on life these days, everything is so gold plated, don't you agree? Everybody wants luxuries; luxury in terms of if ever I ever become the owner of a business. I wouldn't want it to be on the street selling cheap food like roti canai. These days, back in Ampang where my real hometown is, roti canai is famous here by the name Kayu. The name Kayu is the name of the franchise which they have it all around KL. It is a lot more expensive although, still not like Starbucks or anything like that. If there is no other stall on the street level, I don't think life will be like a wide spacious garden where fruits can be pluck so effortlessly, anymore. I like street food and the thought of it where it will soon be very few, perhaps when I finally own my own restaurant or something, I will open a food stall just for the good memory it reminds me of. Here is to being super rich and near to God! By God's will I will <3
The day goes by as usual. Owh I did went to the beach and swam at the beach. My oh my, what a fun! The best part about the session was when I acted like a local, since, the house is really just infront of the beach. I love my dad for having a house that is very much just facing the beach. Walking with my slippers on, alone and HAPPY.
At night, we had dinner at Chillis. Yes, by far, Chillis was the most easiest menu we can choose from, convenient to say the least. Had my salad for such an awful loooooong time. Been separated from my diet for a health reason and I am telling you, I couldn't be more regret than I could ever be. My mind was treating me badly actually; I always feel like dying! I know this because I have my proof, and that I have already been dead for such a loooooong time, and that being dead or things revolve around death to me, when I am in my own 'hereafter' just doesn't seems to be fitting into the puzzle. But yeah, that was still the reason my mind was telling me-- I am dying. Nevertheless, I love Chillis salad and will always choose their salad whenever I am dining. Yes.
As usual, molten! But sadly, without my sister, I couldn't even finish it!
After all these interventions, I have come to a state of not knowing what I will be without my mother. Pretty much to simplify, I am consuming my mother until I am a face she must see every time she wakes up. To be a millionaire, you always need a mother's touch. Am I not that obvious being too clueless about life? Well, I am very clueless, and if you were to say it in Arabic, qudus. Barely could do anything but to listen on her command. Heee and my dad couldn't done any tremendous job being a father for me. Yes, I am a super lucky girl! Love myself for them <3
My mother and I were about to leave Penang and head home back to KL when my mom decided to buy some pickled fruits along side of the street. Yes, she bought pickled fruits. This is the thing; I don't know how it feels like back then but these days, our mothers buy food even when it is on the side of the road, it still feels like it is in shopping mall. And I am pretty sure, if I did feel my mother is buying something from a place that is on the same level of street market (we call it pasar), I have this little feeling, almost none but exist in me, that feels like I have been so very old, but very young, almost like a rock that has been matured enough to live life like a faithful mother and a very clueless daughter yet very faithful, both at the same time. You know, I know for sure that God loves us all. And that He too, is very patient in His wrath. Regardless of that, I am still at a position of not wanting any space between my mother and I to ever happen which separates us as different entity. I know now, that all I could ever be is to be really faithful as human to her own limitation and towards God's majestic. So you can guess what has defined me from this trip of mine. Keep it steady <3
She also bought fruits at the highway!
We'll show the fire how to burn... ♫ ♬ (Currently listening to Ben Howard-The Fire)
XOXO,
Fashionoid
