A things or two about life...
As I was reading newspaper throughout the whole week so many terrible things happening and it made me remember one thing that happened
This happened when I was 17 years old back in 2007 and of course I was still in high school. After school I always wait in front of the school gate for my brother to pick up just like everybody else but one day I noticed this little elementary school boy wearing an obvious brand new school uniform and carrying a bag that bigger than his body. His height was only a little taller by an inch or two from my waist and I'm only 155cm height so imagine how little he is. So I was looking at him for a minute or two noticing that he looks scared and uncertain towards the road. Other students who passed by him simply ignored this boy perhaps thinking that he was waiting for his parents but I know that he isn't with the way he looks around so I approached him.
"Adik nak gi mana? Adik tunggu sesape ke?" Translation: "Where are you heading to? Are you waiting for someone?"
and he answered in this cute little wavering voice
"Adik nak lintas jalan tapi takut... kereta besar besar" Translation: "I want to cross the road but I'm scared... the cars are so big"
uh it hits me in the heart how innocent and scared he is so I said
"Jom pegang tangan akak... akak bawak adik lintas jalan ea" Translation: Let's hold my hand and I'll help you cross the road ok?
again he answered with soft and scared little voice "ok" and hold my hand tightly. So I helped him crossed the road all the while wondering which parents is so careless to to ask their 7 years old boy go back home by himself.
So after we crossed the road I said to him in a happy and encouraging voice
"Ok kita dah lintas jalan dah. Adik ok balik sorang2? Rumah adik kat mana?" Translation: "Ok we've crossed safely now can you manage? Where is your home?"
and he answered
"Rumah adik kat belakang tu.. erm adik boleh buat kot" Translation: "My house is in the back of that road... erm I think I can manage"
and I said "ok" and was about to cross the road when I saw that he was still at the same spot I left him but he was looking ahead towards something looking scared so I go back to him
"Kenapa adik?" Translation: "What's wrong?" and he answered pointing ahead of him
"Adik takut nak jalan kat situ ada orang jahat2" Translation: I'm scared to walk that way there is bad guys"
I look ahead and saw that there is a bunch of kids with motorcycle sort of looking dangerous but I know it's just a bunch of kids who usually hang out and obviously not some thugs so I said to him
"Oh ok takpe akak jalan ngan adik sampai rumah lah. Selamat sikit" Translation: "Oh it's ok then I'll walk with you until we arrived at your home. You'll be safe that way"
He was nodding and said thank you then proceed to take my hands and hold tight. So we walk until we reached a junction. But when I asked where his house is he said
"Takpe rumah adik kat dekat situ je adik boleh jalan sendiri dah terima kasih akak" and he hugged me which surprised me Translation: "It's ok my house is just at the end of the road I can walk by myself. Thank you!"
Then I answered "Ok lepas ni kalo adik takut nak lintas jalan pastu adik nampak akak panggil je tau ataupun orang lain pun boleh tolong jugak kalo adik nak lintas jalan tau." Translation: "Alrite then. You know after this if you are scared to cross the road and if you see me just call me and I'll help you ok? or just asked for anybody else around you ok?
and he said "ok akak. Terima kasih! bye! bye!" Translation: "Ok! Thank you! bye! bye!" and he went home waving to me. After that day everyday I will see him waiting in front of my school gate and when he saw me he will smile and run to me holding my hand then we will cross together this goes on for half a year and I will be so worried if sometimes I know I'm going to be late due to my prefects duty so I will take that time off just to see whether he was there and he always is so I will help him cross the road then go back to my duty. Until this one day I didn't saw him as it was raining previously. It was a raining season.
Then the next day I saw him again and he was holding a big umbrella which I thought look so cute with his little hands.. so I ask him with whom did he go back yesterday? and he said his dad picked him up early because it was raining but he couldn't pick him up today. I felt relieved knowing his parents did care though for me still careless. But the day after is also raining but I still meet him as his father didn't pick him up still and cross the road together after waiting for the rain to stop. And the day after is also raining but I didn't see him so I figured he went back with his father. So is the day after that.
But on the 3rd day that I haven't see him I was worried but keep telling myself that maybe his parents finally realized that it's dangerous for their little child to go back by himself and decided to pick him up.
But that assumption dies when I read a newspaper article about a boy in my district Seremban died drowning after his umbrella was blew by a strong wind and he was dragged along with it falling into a big drain in which water was flowing heavily and fast towards unknown destination. He was only found the day after he drowned after the rain has stopped in a river near by. At first I didn't give the article much thoughts as such tragedy during raining season is always reported but then I saw the picture the newspaper attached and it was him. It was the boy who I helped. I cried so hard. I never even tell my family about it because I don't want to tell the stories again. Since then every time I remember him I will cry. Until last Thursday when I read about two 7 years old kid drowned and I remember him again and I found myself only sad but didn't cry so I thought I have accepted it after 5 years. Turns out I was so depressed the whole week that I feel angry at everything and every one around me.
To be honest I found myself blaming his parents but then I thought just accept it as fate as I never met or know his parents who am I to judge them. God loves him more. But every time I remember him for some reason it is the image of his umbrella that appears in my mind... the umbrella that caused his death. Maybe I thought I should have done something about the umbrella when I saw that it was too big for him. But then I will think let it go. You can do nothing about it. I want to learn to accept his death.. and I will... I will always remember him... he will always be in my prayer...
This happened when I was 17 years old back in 2007 and of course I was still in high school. After school I always wait in front of the school gate for my brother to pick up just like everybody else but one day I noticed this little elementary school boy wearing an obvious brand new school uniform and carrying a bag that bigger than his body. His height was only a little taller by an inch or two from my waist and I'm only 155cm height so imagine how little he is. So I was looking at him for a minute or two noticing that he looks scared and uncertain towards the road. Other students who passed by him simply ignored this boy perhaps thinking that he was waiting for his parents but I know that he isn't with the way he looks around so I approached him.
"Adik nak gi mana? Adik tunggu sesape ke?" Translation: "Where are you heading to? Are you waiting for someone?"
and he answered in this cute little wavering voice
"Adik nak lintas jalan tapi takut... kereta besar besar" Translation: "I want to cross the road but I'm scared... the cars are so big"
uh it hits me in the heart how innocent and scared he is so I said
"Jom pegang tangan akak... akak bawak adik lintas jalan ea" Translation: Let's hold my hand and I'll help you cross the road ok?
again he answered with soft and scared little voice "ok" and hold my hand tightly. So I helped him crossed the road all the while wondering which parents is so careless to to ask their 7 years old boy go back home by himself.
So after we crossed the road I said to him in a happy and encouraging voice
"Ok kita dah lintas jalan dah. Adik ok balik sorang2? Rumah adik kat mana?" Translation: "Ok we've crossed safely now can you manage? Where is your home?"
and he answered
"Rumah adik kat belakang tu.. erm adik boleh buat kot" Translation: "My house is in the back of that road... erm I think I can manage"
and I said "ok" and was about to cross the road when I saw that he was still at the same spot I left him but he was looking ahead towards something looking scared so I go back to him
"Kenapa adik?" Translation: "What's wrong?" and he answered pointing ahead of him
"Adik takut nak jalan kat situ ada orang jahat2" Translation: I'm scared to walk that way there is bad guys"
I look ahead and saw that there is a bunch of kids with motorcycle sort of looking dangerous but I know it's just a bunch of kids who usually hang out and obviously not some thugs so I said to him
"Oh ok takpe akak jalan ngan adik sampai rumah lah. Selamat sikit" Translation: "Oh it's ok then I'll walk with you until we arrived at your home. You'll be safe that way"
He was nodding and said thank you then proceed to take my hands and hold tight. So we walk until we reached a junction. But when I asked where his house is he said
"Takpe rumah adik kat dekat situ je adik boleh jalan sendiri dah terima kasih akak" and he hugged me which surprised me Translation: "It's ok my house is just at the end of the road I can walk by myself. Thank you!"
Then I answered "Ok lepas ni kalo adik takut nak lintas jalan pastu adik nampak akak panggil je tau ataupun orang lain pun boleh tolong jugak kalo adik nak lintas jalan tau." Translation: "Alrite then. You know after this if you are scared to cross the road and if you see me just call me and I'll help you ok? or just asked for anybody else around you ok?
and he said "ok akak. Terima kasih! bye! bye!" Translation: "Ok! Thank you! bye! bye!" and he went home waving to me. After that day everyday I will see him waiting in front of my school gate and when he saw me he will smile and run to me holding my hand then we will cross together this goes on for half a year and I will be so worried if sometimes I know I'm going to be late due to my prefects duty so I will take that time off just to see whether he was there and he always is so I will help him cross the road then go back to my duty. Until this one day I didn't saw him as it was raining previously. It was a raining season.
Then the next day I saw him again and he was holding a big umbrella which I thought look so cute with his little hands.. so I ask him with whom did he go back yesterday? and he said his dad picked him up early because it was raining but he couldn't pick him up today. I felt relieved knowing his parents did care though for me still careless. But the day after is also raining but I still meet him as his father didn't pick him up still and cross the road together after waiting for the rain to stop. And the day after is also raining but I didn't see him so I figured he went back with his father. So is the day after that.
But on the 3rd day that I haven't see him I was worried but keep telling myself that maybe his parents finally realized that it's dangerous for their little child to go back by himself and decided to pick him up.
But that assumption dies when I read a newspaper article about a boy in my district Seremban died drowning after his umbrella was blew by a strong wind and he was dragged along with it falling into a big drain in which water was flowing heavily and fast towards unknown destination. He was only found the day after he drowned after the rain has stopped in a river near by. At first I didn't give the article much thoughts as such tragedy during raining season is always reported but then I saw the picture the newspaper attached and it was him. It was the boy who I helped. I cried so hard. I never even tell my family about it because I don't want to tell the stories again. Since then every time I remember him I will cry. Until last Thursday when I read about two 7 years old kid drowned and I remember him again and I found myself only sad but didn't cry so I thought I have accepted it after 5 years. Turns out I was so depressed the whole week that I feel angry at everything and every one around me.
To be honest I found myself blaming his parents but then I thought just accept it as fate as I never met or know his parents who am I to judge them. God loves him more. But every time I remember him for some reason it is the image of his umbrella that appears in my mind... the umbrella that caused his death. Maybe I thought I should have done something about the umbrella when I saw that it was too big for him. But then I will think let it go. You can do nothing about it. I want to learn to accept his death.. and I will... I will always remember him... he will always be in my prayer...