The Old House

Location:

-My mother's hometown-

Kampung Alor Pasir, Wakaf Bharu,

Kelantan Darul Naim.

Drove there with my mother a week before Ramadan since I have not been there for almost a year, preoccupied with college and stuff.

 Can you see the "tali air" in the picture above? My mother told me that I fell into the irrigation channel when I was one or two years old. Well it was my late uncle's fault; he brought me there and left me standing on the edge of the "tali air" and like a curious cat, I jumped into the channel. Thank goodness there were no water in it but I was seriously covered in mud and cried. 

My visit there was to unwind before I start my studies in September insyaallah, and did some shopping for Eid too. And alhamdulillah, my grandmother has shown some progress in her health too, and my grandfather is still active like a young man. May Allah bless them with the pink of health, insyaallah "dipanjangkan umur".

This is my favorite place to hang out, especially when all of my cousins are here too. Unfortunately, I am not able to see them and my uncles and aunties this coming Eid because my parents did not get the leave. Seriously, it has been 5 fricking years that my family cannot celebrate Eid in Kelantan. Oh god, life is terribly unfair right?

And this mangosteen (maggis) tree has stopped producing fruits already. I used to pluck the fruits and eat them under this tree but I can never have it already. The tree is getting older, and so does the house and everyone in my family. From my cousins, uncle and who knows after this...everybody dies. 

And this rambutan tree behind the house also died...nothing is ever permanent in this world. I hope that I manage to make all of you ponder about this guys and girls. Please cry...