That famous hijab question that will be asked, "how did it happened?". Different people, different story. Ada yang cuz they're getting married, ada yang mimpi, ada yang teringin belit tudung sampai tercekik.
So, here's mine...
The day before my very last day working at Malaysian Chamber of Mines, I wanted to buy food for this homeless uncle there but twas 5:30pm, I didn't have much cash with me and I don't think buying 2.00RM pisang goreng would satisfy his empty tummy. I promised myself that I'd get him a nasi lemak for breakfast the next day. So, the next morning, I saw four homeless people (including that uncle) at Central Market while I was on my way to work. I had 6.00RM and thought it wouldn't be fair for the other three homeless people and ended up buying nasi lemak for all of them.
"Terima kasih, kak", the uncle said. not knowing what to reply, I just smiled. It made me realize that I was never grateful with what I have. I kept complaining on things like not having a nice place to stay, my food, having nothing to wear, this and that. And ever since that, life had just been perfect and I just wanted Him to know that I'm actually grateful for what He had given me. I know performing my solat is not enough.
Till one day, ibu asked me whether do I wanna start wearing tudung? Oh, she added, "kesian ayah tanggung dosa tak didik anak dia dah berapa puluh tahun ni..." I've always been on a doubt before, and out of all honestly, I never did care. Except for this time, it just seemed to be the right thing to do.
As of now, I'm happy.
-the end-
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