at the mosque i go to for terawih, there is this old couple..everyday, the old man would patiently hold his wife's hand and guide her to the women's praying area...he would take extra care of her while she slowly climbs up the steps..and make sure that she is comfortably settled before he take his leave to the guys praying area...then after prayer..we would normally have a little something to eat before we leave and he would again take the food to his wife..and sit down together with her while they eat..
there was this another old couple..also aqually affectionate towards each other although not obvious..my family visited them for hari raya 3 years ago..and i really respect the love they have for each other after all these years...one can really feel their love for each other when you're around them..no they do not hug or hold hands..but the way they look out for each other and look at each other is enough for you to feel the love :)
then two years ago, the husband died of a heart attack. The wife was naturally devastated. even after 2 years, tears still come to her eyes when she spoke of her late husband. and she couldn't bear to terawih at the mosque that we normally go to because it reminded her too much of her late husband.when i saw her yesterday, i couldn't count the number of times she mentioned him in the conversation she and my mom had...
i guess living in our conservative maly/muslim society..it's difficult to see affectionate behaviour between couples from the older generation (our generation is a totally different..they on the other hand are too eager to display they affections for their other half) ironically their generation was not the one that suffered from rising divorce rates and abuse cases...
so i guess my point is affection really does not mean physical contact..sometimes it's teh things that we do for our other half that matter more :)
sorry for being mushy.. but i i really couldn't help blogging abt this after seeing those old couples..it was so sweet..:)
anw..i am having a hectic week or you can even say month..i think i won't even notice ramadhan fly by..it's so sad tat often i have to break my fast alone while teaching tuition..i am just reminded of days whe i was younger and things were simpler (how cliched..hehehe) those days everybody would be back before the time to break our fast..and we would help mama cook before azan..then we would set the table together and after that perform our prayers together..and then we would all make our way to the mosque for out terawih..it was so simple and peaceful..and i really miss those days..i guess times have change..no complaining..just reminiscing the wonderful past..
oh my goodness what's wrong with me today i am so zen..well actually i wasn't in the ,morning..i found out that i forgot to attach the proposals to the e-mails i send out to the companies ..then at tuition i couldn't solve 2 maths questions my tutee posed me..bottom line is, i screwed up..and i was panicking the whole morning and afternoon..and i felt as if my head was gonna burst..so i took a nap to my next tuition ...which was quite embarassing because i tink i slept with my mouth open...aarrggghhh..my selengernest would never go away..
i need at antidote(this is the wrong spelling) for my selenger moments...
ok la need to prepare for iftar tomoro
adieu ps if my mom knew that i posted this pic of her she would never forgive me :P
