Travel log 5.
Assalamualaikum
w.b.t.
Can
you guess where am I right now?
Yes, I
am not in CFS.
No, I
am not in home, neither Shah Alam nor Puchong.
No, I
am not aboard, I'm still in Malaysia.
I am,
at IIUM Gombak.
Precisely,
I am somewhere at the cafe.
This
will be the most interesting travel log so far.
I woke
up this morning, not remembering my plan to IIUM Gombak. I woke up,
as usual just to wake up and class. I had only one two-hour class
every Friday morning. I went to my class, we learnt VSPER, which
bored me to death but I didn't show it visually. I told you that I
like Chemistry. But that doesn't mean it is interesting as Physics.
Though Physics did make me drowsy from time to time.
Oh,
never mind.
So we
finished our class half an hour early, and I decided not to tag along
Aini to the Digital Mall. I waited in my room, at Mahallah Khadijah,
and continued Sakif Habibi another chapter. Just after I finished
Zohr prayer, I got a message and I immediately got ready. Few minutes
walk from Mahallah to the front gate, we - Aini, Husna and I –
boarded in a bus just seconds after.
*now I
am listening to the calling for food. What I mean is - “Char Kuey
Teow, Nasi Goreng, Telur Dadar, makan.” That is my point. And it is
cool.*
Back
to the log.
Nothing
fun on the bus. Oh, I take it back. There was something. When we
boarded, brothers from the mosque just finished their prayers. And
the view of what I saw was incredible, at least for me. I rarely go
out during Friday prayer, so I haven't actually seen brothers going
in and out of mosque. Just now I saw, people walking for a distance,
to perform their duty as servants of Allah. And who else could do
that? With their believe to Allah, every Friday every Muslim would
gather at the mosque and pray together. Subhanallah.
I
hope, they would do the same for every prayer, five times a day.
Next
we moved on to the LRT, and Aini decided to take a stop at KLCC for
the PC Fair. I fairly agreed, and we stopped at KLCC. I haven't been
to KLCC since I was in standard school. I thought it would be fun,
but it wasn't. We got lost, took a longer path to where we were
heading and the fair wasn't that interesting. It is true that the
prices are a lot more cheaper than usual though, so you might find it
– fun to shop. Anyhow, I got a blue balloon while I was there.
*now
my food had arrived. I'll continue later on.*
12:57p.m
(laptop time-Egypt)
resume
18:04p.m
(back in CFS-Egypt time still)
I just
can't believe what I saw during the time I ate. I totally forgot to
adjust my niqab because I saw, a niqabi (I had currently change
niqabers to niqabi) took off her niqab in front of people, just to
eat. I know, I am not wearing niqab all the time yet, but, I had
never take off my niqab in front of so many people to eat. And with
that and with people staring at me, I spilled my fried rice on the
floor. A spoonful of rice was wasted.
Plus,
there were people staring at my balloon. I kept keeping my eyes on it
so people wouldn't take it from me. It was my balloon.
Then I
remembered to adjust my niqab, so I did. I really lost in my own
thoughts at that time. I kept thinking and thinking. How I was wrong
of having the idea of students at Gombak would be use to niqabi.
There are lots of niqabi around, aren't they?
I
quickly finished the rest of my fried rice, easier this time and we
went to Kuliyyah of Engineering to perform Maghrib prayer. During
'Asr we prayed at the mosque and it was, well, cool. There were lots
of food for sell at a shelve. We just need to put the money inside a
container, or somewhere available. Again, cool. Subhanallah.
We
walked around, with a guide to help, and reached KAED. It stands for
Kuliyyah of Architecture and Environmental Design. I wonder why my
Kuliyyah doesn't own its own short name. Hm.
KAED
was beautiful, along with the other buildings. I was excited by all
the view and can't wait to grow older and finish my foundation and
come running to Gombak. I won't literally run, because I'll need a
bicycle. The campus is huge as in H-U-G-E.
After
the tour, we decided to go back to CFS. Husna will be going home, so
that leave me with Aini. We went to the bus stop and fasten our pace
as we saw a bus. Unfortunately, it wasn't our bus. I made an
uncivilized mistake as I rolled my eyes when the bus driver told me
it wasn't heading to the LRT. It was a reflect action and the bus
driver might have not seen it but I still felt wrong by doing it. It
wasn't a proper thing to do.
At the
LRT, there wasn't many passengers so I sat at the front (perhaps it
was at the back?) of the train. Husna stopped at Taman Melawati
leaving Aini and I a journey to Universiti. It was a long journey,
thus I slept. It wasn't hard to fall asleep as I was soaked with rain
and tired. The heavy laptop in my bag pack along with few books
really worn me out. I don't know how long I slept but I managed to
wake up at Bangsar. Alhamdulillah, we haven't miss our station.
At the
time we walked to the bus stop, there was a bus already waiting for
passengers so we boarded and safely arrived at CFS. I bought a loaf
of bread at UKC and went to my room. There was suppose to be a
programme at ANNEX but I was too tired. I went straight to the bed
when I stepped in the room.
It was
a long day, truly. There were few things that I learnt from this
travel. Travelling alone by far, was fun but when I had a companion,
like this time, I could actually have conversations. I would say,
“look at that, isn't it beautiful?” or “shall we go the other
way?” or “could you buy my ticket?” and so on. And, IIUM Gombak
wasn't actually what I expected it to be. I don't know whether it was
wrong for me to expect something or it was just simply unexpected.
Perhaps,
it was just me.
I
haven't post private entries recently. As I know, my blog is no
longer private. I didn't hide most of my previous posts as it would
be awkward to do so. I believe people will learn from mistakes, and I
will learn from my writing, both educational or simply a diary.
Last
but not least,
I was
told that, by people, to wear niqab would be hard. So I respect those
who wear it and my intention to wear it. Just, maybe, to take it off
to eat is not worth it. Food may spill, people may stare, but niqab
shall stay.
Wallahua'lam.
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