The company had buka puasa (break fast) event last night with the orphanage kids.
My colleague adopted a young boy, about 14 – 15 years old. They got him a new pair of black Converse. As he tried on his Converse, my colleague said, “Ketat tak?”
A few seconds silent, then he replied, “Kalau pakai dengan stokin kot (mungkin).”
So he put on his socks and tried again. My colleague touched the top of the shoes, to find out if there’s any gap between the toes and top of the shoe. “Uish, ni memang ketat nih. Kena tukar.”
“Tak pe je kot.”
“Takpe, nanti kitorg tukar, then kitorg hantar kat rumah, ok ?”
As we were trying to figure out the best size to get, I asked “Selalu pakai size apa?”
“Tak pernah beli kasut.”
I tried to not make any reaction. It got me speechless for a few seconds. Neurons in my mind sparked, “you took your ability of trying different size of shoes for granted, right?”
I looked at his feet, thinking if we have the same height, most likely we have the same shoe size. So I quickly asked him to stand up. “Ok, tukar satu size besar (one size up) ok kot.”
Another colleague took care of his superior’s adopted orphan, about 5 years old. So, I tagged along and just play with this kid and his friends.
The event ended at about 1030. The kids walked out of the hall and gathered at the open area while waiting for the bus. For 30 mins, we layan the kids. Some were refusing to share their can drink, and the next minute they were taking turn sipping it. A cute girl ran around the area and giggled while being chased. One boy stood at one spot for 15 mins, no movement whatsoever till one kid tried to pull him away from that spot. Funny how recalling these memories made me smile now…
At about 11, they needed help to walk the kids to the bus, about 200 metres away. So we helped out, and I walked with Malik, the 5 year-old boy whom I found to be quite well behaved, even though quite active through out the night. While we were walking to the bus and holding hands, sometimes he counted his steps… sometimes he hopped… At one point, it got me, “I could actually be a mother.”
As we approached the bus, he said in his cute voice, “Nanti datang la lagi.”
Those words went straight to my heart. It was as if those words meant he’s been enjoying our presence, at the same time acknowledging that we have no blood relation whatsoever… No obligation for us to stay with him or follow him, but he wished to see us again.
I could be sharing the stories, but you will only know the feeling when you experience it.
That night made me reflect on my existence, my blessings and my future.
My existence isn’t just about me and my immediate surrounding. Sometimes we have to reach further to also benefit others that are outside our circle. I was reminded of how the existence of the rich is to help the poor. In this case, it’s to show some love, to give some of that love we receive from our parents, to those kids who don’t have any parents.
As we get distracted with many things in life, we take the small ones for granted. We treat trying on shoes as a norm, while for some, it’s a privilege. When we go to restaurants with family, each one has our own set of meal, while for some, they have to share. We let those blessings passed by. How lucky for them, because even though small things for us are privilege for them and sharing is their norm, most likely they can feel the blessing of Allah, the barakah.
The night, once in a while, I was triggered about my future, especially about being a mother. There’s a sense of understanding in me on what true love means…and what ikhlas (sincerity) is. That night, I vowed to be a loving mother when I’m one. Meaning I must start now and be a loving person.