One for the ‘Salam Perantauan’
A loud rhythmic snore could be heard in the distance. A few people looked intently on where the sound came from. I had been sitting at that seat beside the window for the best part of four hours, staring out at the darkening blurred images that pass by. Every now and then sparkled in the orange glare of the station lamps. After finally fallen asleep with one side of my face pressed against the cold windowpane, suddenly I woke up with a stutter. The station name mentioned on the loudspeaker rang a bell. I looked up at the piece of paper that I’d scribbled earlier for confirmation. This was the last in a series of train interchange that I had to make before my duly awaited destination could welcome me back. Another hour I thought. I took a seat by the windows again. It was past midnight and it all came rushing into me.
It gushed into me then that the day has arrived. The day of Eid. A day of celebration and happiness shared with family and friends alike. But here I am, sitting with my ipod humming the takbir of Eid. I looked round to find a man with his glasses askew and his mouth wide open and a girl wearing the evergreen high school uniform even though it was in the middle of the night! These are the people that I celebrated eid with.
Three years has passed since I woke up on the morning of Eid to find that my loved ones are with me. But for me, wherever you may be, whoever you’re with on that day, it doesn’t matter as much as the thought of happiness when you’re with them.
We all have our so called life journeys and make sacrifices along the way. It is how we face it is whats most important isn’t it?Happy times surely will come.
Eid Mubarak to all wherever and whoever you may be!