This short visit

"You can lose their voice, you can lose their look but you'll never get lost of the memories built. You just can't."

Pusat Asuhan Tunas Islam (PASTI) Ilmi, Taman Permata. 10/11/12

So, it was a short visit to Hulu Kelang; my old house. So I decided to go to the place where I used to study; rukun Islam, rukun Iman, sirah Rasulullah, asas solat and a whole lot of other things. It is one of the best time as I can still remember, when my homeworks were just joining up dots in pictures, adding and subtracting number which wasn't as complicated as mathematics today and drawing cute little pictures of my family. When I don't have to spend my money during recess and just wait for the biscuit and tea to be served. When we can sleep in the afternoon without get scolded by anyone. When I can hold anyone's hand without worrying that they gonna mad at me and say I love you without feeling awkward. At all.

I miss Cikgu Azian, Cikgu Huda, Nabila, Haikal, Aiman, the auntie and uncle who lives the next door and the ice cream seller, uncle Muthu. I miss their laughters, their tears. Their voice. But most of all, I miss how the world in my circle were only them. And my family of course. I just miss them.

No one knows how much I miss them all,
M. Qarin Al Maduri