November 5, 2010 § 10 Comments
“When you too in love to let it go”.
When I was in my high school. I have a special dreams. I wish to capture all the moment I ever had there. In the hostel , class , field , prayer hall , all of it. Because of that I bought a few cameras. The day had come. The day I miss it all. When I look back at photos my heart keep crying . I wish we all could gather back together as one. The wish that will never came true. Oh only god know how I miss them.
- I miss my mattress back in hostel.I write many things on them.It look so funny.
- I miss my table at the back of the class
- I miss having meal with my friends together in one big plate
- I miss Saiful Islam and his stories
- I miss having football with Bashier
- I miss how Ikhwan will wake me up when I slept in class
- I miss to wake up in the morning and hear Hanif Ismail or Rijalludin snoring beside me.
- I miss to be the last person exit from the dorm every morning.
- I miss Abu Asri and his pot of meggi.
- I miss walking with Muzakkir and Rijal to the dining hall
- I miss all my sleep during night prep
- I miss Syauqi that can’t pronounce the letter ‘r’
- I miss Abu the confident one
- I miss Najmi and Afifi with all the gossip and stories
- I miss how Hilmi Azahari will cry in my shoulder when he was in pain during ‘Arabic’ class.
- I miss Izzat Mat Suki with all his jokes.
- I miss how Radhi smile.How we quarrel and hadn’t talk for some time.
- I miss Huzaifah Zarullail and all his sketches.
- I miss every single moment back there
It still lingering . I tried my best to forget it. To keep it in my heart as a past memories . But my heart keep crying to return back there. When all of you are right beside me. Where I can clearly hear their voices. I can touch them. Lough and cry together. But it just impossible. How can I forget the time when we still small , unchanged . But time surely fly fast and we will move further and further from the past. When this will end?
Btw the post title mean ‘years ago’.