Bismillahhirrahmaanirrahim...
Assalamualaikum readers.
on monday today, some things happened. it was unlike the usual mondays i've had. nothing much was going on to begin with..i had my english class and a test date was set. this time round, the question asked (or riddle more like) on the board was "What will always be pronounced inncorectly".
haa...after a few quick thoughts i knew exactly the answer was the word 'inccorectly' itself :)
so, i raised my hand n got it right. first time i got it! wohoo.
the previous question was, what goes up and down but never moves? i'll let you to it. :)
it was at 2 oclock, my psychology class started. it was a pain to keep myself awake! i kept falling asleep. i didnt blame him for monotonously kept talking and talking because it was a lecture! i stayed up late the night before, anyway. was i happy to leave the class. ish ish. we're having an exam next week. adoi. it's amazing how we got through a third of the 700 pages textbook in just one month. indeed, i dont believe it either. sigh. that's one ginormous chunk of a text book to cover. he had already warned us that we were about to lose our mind for taking this class. hmmm.after the class, as usual, i'd get my wudhu from in the ladies and find a perfect spot to pray..i used t use my coat but now i thought, it might be better if i brought my sejadah from home. hmm. it depends u know..many days, the student lounge would be free. i mean, no one would be there. and sometimes, in the middle of my prayer, people would come and usually mind their own business. couldnt do much about the staring or glaring that people give...oh well. janji sembahyang kan..
but that day, i just so happened that everywhere i used to go for praying, people were there. a crowd of people too in fact. i felt so utterly uncomfortable...hmmm. in the end, i went downstairs, decided to pray somewhere nearby the exit door despite people passing by. as i was about to start praying, then i saw this door in front of me. it says 'C140 - Emergency Room (Tornado). hmm. i thought that room would be empyt and it was! its actually a lecture room but during this kinda time, there's no lecture. so, alhamdulillah2. i thought i could use that room from prayer. finally..i believe ni semua dtg daripd Allah. dia tolong hamba dia yg hina lg dlm kepayahan nk cari port utk solat. huhu. tabarakallah!
after praying, i got out from the lecture room and found myself some bench to sit on. not long after that, out of no where, there was this woman who came bashing in throught the exit door, crying her heart out! amazingly i managed to look up and made a fool out of myself by looking at her with piercing eyes n questioned marked face (...to be fair, who wouldn't be rite?! ). the reason being was simply cos i didnt know how to react to it. never really encountered a situation like that. it all happened to quickly. i felt so guilty for not doing anything. or was i right about doing nothing?
she settled down on another sofa nearby just like 30 meters away from me. and by 'settled down' i mean, she found a seat and sat. was she still crying? oh heck yeah. fo sho! 10 mins after, i decided to approach her. she can hate me for doing this i dont care, i thought. whatever. hey at least something! because you could NOT believe how she was VERY into crying..i swear, she was crying her eyes out! (not to be mean) even like a big baby! but it's okay...i mean, something reaaal bad must have caused this. and i wanted to help. by help, i mean, comfort! GIRLS hate it when people tell em what to do when they're crying, sad and most vulnerable. we dont need some freaking advice or talks. we only need comfort! tissue, hugs, a listener, someone by their sides.
so i went up to her, and asked "are u okay? i thought you might need this" and oulleed out some napkins..she was surprised to see me. that made me nervous. she just shook her head..oke. as i turned away, she said thanks a few times and smiled....and u can guess, continued crying and cryiinggg...oh well. sometimes it's good to be expressive. if doing it publically is what it takes to let out everything and make you feel better so, be it.
after a while, 30 mins or so, she dissapeared. went to her class perhaps. and there was another surprise. larrone ran into me on his way out..we talked for a lil while. he told me how it was like to him to be in the navy, travelled to so many places..he's african american. so, he said how he has wondered all his life whether he'd reach Africa the birth place of his ancestors, origins of his race even though he was born n raised in the US. as well as that, he talked about how he had been in Dubai during navy times and how amazing and memorable every moment was. oh, and difficult too! he started to recruit in the navy when we was a baby..17 years old! he used to cry for home, homesick and whatnot. understadable, huh :)
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thursday 25th
guess what? i bumped into the woman cried how cried and cried again as i got out from the C140 lecture room/Emergency room/MY prayer room :D. we're bestfriends now. she's 23, Indian, been in the USA for 7 months (samee:D), a pharmacy grad, newly wed, left Gujarati with husband who works here. it's amazing! we talked a lot. from shah rukh khan, down to taj mahal, malaysia, food and everything..nevertheless, i never mentioned about the incident that happened on monday. some things are just better left unsaid huh.. i learned new wise stuff u know. she had an arranged marriage (like many of my pakistan n indian friends do), never knew or seen her husband before. the husband just came to india in june, for a week or two, get married and came here back. and then, there were reason beings fr that..bla2.and im too exausted to type it all in now. gotta to study.
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