Assalamualaikum and salam sejahtera...
SPM is over for barely a week and my younger brother already asked me whether I still in posession of my A level books. I find it very hard to recall where I put them as I moved a lot since then and most of my old stuff are resting either in peace or in pieces probably deep within a couple of boxes stowed away erraticly in our store room. To wander in mids of this chaotic mess would be a whole adventure by itself. There are stacks and lumps of once-loved and forgotten household items, trinkets and memories from the past that are hardly revisited, but harder still to be sent away to proper burial grounds. So there they lies, serving as the grand landscape in the poorly understood kingdom where the rats, shrews, geckos, mites, ants and roaches reigns. Have they embraced my old notes, my scribbles, my doodles as I put them away?
I advised my brother against his courage to venture to such a forgotten land in search for these manuscripts I myself unsure still exist. The book may be as ancient as I am, which is the fact I horrifiedly realised as I recount the years passed...
With my fingers I counted, 2 years of a level, 5 years of medic school and more than 3 years of service...
A decade has passed since then!
I felt so old, but none the wiser
So I asked him to buy new books go pave new paths for himself. Yes he can learn from my old books, from my footsteps, my foolish mistakes, my miseries and triumphs...
but he has to be the hero of his own saga written by his own hands.To search and find his rightful place and reason and stay steadfast to his faith and his very own self.
All the best and may Allah be with you.
