In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful
Assalamualaikum
Topic: A Girl Called Siti Aishah Bte Abdullah
Alhamdulilah, I'm back. After a 4 days trip back to Kampung, I would say that I am now a much more grateful person. I mean, my family and I don't really have the time to frequent my aunt's Kampung regularly. Life in Singapore, it's fast paced and we're always forever busy with our own stuffs. School and work, there'll never be an ending to it.
Ah, it's been like ages since I've last been to the Kampung. I've never really slept in one for more than a day. But this 4 days trip sleeping IN an almost worn down Kampung house had really taught me a LOT. I wish I could've stay longer but daddy was only given 5 days leave from work. So maybe next time perhaps. <:
During the first 2 days, I gotta admit that I had some difficulty adjusting to the life down there. The heat was unbearable. The fan, although switched on at the highest speed, it wasn't really much of a use. I would seat very near to the fan to prevent myself from perspiring. Also, I had to bun my hair up most of the time, because it was really hot. I really can't stand the heat there, seriously.
My dad would say, "panas kat dunia je tak boleh tahan. Kat neraka nanti lagi panas tau!"
And my grandma would go, "dasar puteri lilin, orang bandar."
Haha, and I would give them the do-you-have-a-problem-with-me look. Kidding. Of course, I wouldn't dare do that. True, I was tired, grumpy, and was feeling a little irritated at that point of time, but I didn't literally give them that look. I wish I could, but that would seem rude, wouldn't it? See, I'm such a nice girl. *grins*
My second day though, to be exact, it was a little bit more enjoyable due to the presence of a little girl from next door! My aunt babysits her in the day. Her name's Siti Aishah and she's only 1 years old. How coincidental is that, because my late sister had the same name too. Speaking of which, if only my late sister had been alive, she would have been close to 10 years old now. Oh, but fate has it that she's meant to return to Rahmatullah at a very young age. Oh I'm getting so emotional now!
Back to where we were! Hmm, about that little girl, I wish I could have a little sister like her. My parents are now discussing on terms to adopt a kid from MCYS. That'll be great wouldn't it? According to my mum, most of the kids in MCYS come from problematic families. Some of their parents are serving their jail term while some of them, are single mums and single dads. It's not a lifetime adoption though. We would have to return the adopted kid back to their family one day.
So, I spent most of my second day and third day in Kampung, baby sitting Siti Aishah. And within these 2 days, I think my family and I developed a special bond with her. It was as though, she was my real bioogical sister. Haha, I WISH! Aishah's family background is kinda pitiful too. She's a child born out of wedlock and is brought up single handedly by her mum. I wonder what life would be like for her, when she's old enough to think and live her life without having a father. May Allah bless this poor child!
So finally, on the fourth day, it was time for my family and I to leave. Aishah was still in my aunt's village. We left somewhere at noon. Aishah couldn't bear to let us leave. She was crying her heart out. Never have I seen her cry like that before! When we were in the car, we were waving at her as we cried out "bye aishah, bye aishah." She was in my aunt's arms. She was crying like crazy with her face turning red and screaming "kakak, kakak,kakak", with her hands reaching out towards our direction. My aunt tried to pacify her by dodoi-ing her. She was calling for my sister and I. You don't know how awful I felt at that time. I felt like crying too! I didn't want to leave. Though it's only been 2 days, I treat her like my own sister already.
Throughout the whole car ride, my mind was all about Aishah. The look of joy on her face when her favourite Upin Ipin cartoon show was on TV, her morning kiss, the way she would call me kakak, the way she would play with our telekung and everything. Even as I am blogging, I feel like choking down my throat. I'm fighting my tears from dropping. What would my sister think of me crying in the middle of the night? So PAISEH! Haha.
On the whole, I would say that I have enjoyed my trip back to the kampung. The pitiful state of life my aunt's living in, have really opened my eyes. How grateful am I, to be blessed living in a HDB flat, with good and clean water supply. Sometimes, we tend to take things for granted, but now I'd like to appreciate and be grateful for every little things that I have. Syukur alhamdulilah, all praises for Allah! (:
