A dream.
Atikah, Yana, Pe'ah and I were in a room. As usual, the three of them were talking together, whilst i sat in a corner, reading a magazine. All of a sudden, the door flung open and in stepped a fair young man with wavy hair who looked really familiar to me.
He looked at the four of us and said simply
"I need to pray. Any of you has the prayer mat with you?"The three girls ignored him, so i got up and reached out for the cupboard. I do not know why, but instead of handing him a prayer mat, i handed him a songkok. He tried it on, and said it was too loose. I turned my back on him to search for a smaller-sized one.
His finger pointed to a small green and pink songkok. I laughed, saying it was too small for a man like him. He was adamant and kept on saying he wanted to try it on. I mocked him again, saying that it will be too small. Nevertheless i took it, and turned to him.
Somehow the young man had shrunk, and in front of me stood my late elder brother, Fadhli when he was roughly 4 years old. He grinned at me and took his songkok from my hands (it was his favourite one). He slipped it on, said thank you and goodbye, then left the room happily smiling.
My mum then woke me up for sahur. I teared whilst eating, and hastily proceeded back in my room to cry my heart out. Things would have been different if he was still alive. But as the Sunshine told me,
"Don't cry k? I'm sure he is somewhere up there and constantly watching over you and your family."
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 5:01 PM
