Unirazak’s new place. Where do I start? The first time I set foot in this new building I wasn’t very happy because it seemed very chaotic to me, like being in Mydin when it was around the festive seasons. Not to mention that it’s so far from where I’m staying. Traveling in the traffic every morning makes me wonder how is it that the people during the era of islam traveled, how is it that they are so patient with the slow pace of their camels riding away for months through the hot fiery desert. Somehow those thoughts give me strength.
As I started my classes 3weeks later than the supposed time, I thought to myself, “this isn’t so bad. In a few weeks everything will be fine”. Though I do have complaints but who doesn’t, right? The place isn’t as disorganized as it was the first time I came, but I am now even worst. Being so left behind in all the subjects is scary. Trying hard not to let it get to me though, and I try to make sure I catch up. But I kept thinking I needed something or someplace to clear my mind, so that I don’t get stressed up in coping with everyone, so I started to wander around the campus one day, just getting familiar with the area when i found this wooden stairs which was leading to a prohibited area, judging by the chains that were hanged across the stair from one side to the other. Do I go through or don’t i? These questions lingered in my mind for awhile when finally I made the decision to just go through. Climbing up the creepy squeaky stairs, I suddenly felt like Alice on her way to wonderland and a smile merged from my face.
As I reached the end of the staircase I was greeted by 2 gruesome statues, ugly to me but probably master pieces to the artists. As I left the 2 statues there I discovered a place of tranquility which reminded me of a movie that I had watched as a kid by the title of The Secret Garden. There it was, in the midst of all the mayhem, a place I could find peace. There were flowers blooming, butterflies roaming and birds singing, everything I loved. The wind was blowing hard on one side and softer on the other, cold and warm at the same time. There was also a small stream flowing silently, water moving as time does, no pauses, no stops. As I took of my shoes, I felt the grass under my feet, ticklish yet rough at the same time. This was it I thought, this was going to be my place, the place for me to find myself, to rest after a hard day, my secret hangout. I would love to let you know the whereabouts, but then it just wouldn’t be a secret anymore would it? (^_^)
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