Jalan Bunga Kekwa, Section 2.

Hi people.

It has been many days since I wrote because I was busy moving. Yes, again.

Alhamdulilah, syukur to Allah for his providence,  my father had bought me a terrace single storey house in section 2 Shah Alam.

Ahh...land.  Its a landed property. No more stairs.  Eventhough I did not really minded the stairs. 

The girls wanted to move on and move up abit and now our humble abode is on the ground after quite a long time.

Today I said my goodbyes to section 6 and no 403, to Kak Pah, Leong and Elaine. The birds and the trees. Kissed the wall goodbye. And drove away....

And enter into sec 2.  Better pull my socks and rectify whatever needs rectifiying for we are no longer stashed away up there in our own little oyster but now the newly watched  inhibitants of Jalan Bunga Kekwa. Please pray for us, for I am lousy at being the one that starts a conversation and new surrounding intimidates me greatly. Only after a few years I would open up. Just be patient dear new neighbours.

Not being neighbourly does not mean I do not like people. 

a picnic in Morib

The last time I went to Morib, it was not inviting. It was muddy and the water was low.

Last Thursday evening  when Bah, Gee and I headed there for a picnic with the children, Morib  have had a face lift. There is a new square for us to walk about, to eat or to just sit and watch  the sea,  which was high on that day..

We brought along some food and got into a gazebo to eat.  I was waiting for the time to break my fast. The girls went to play around the square with Nadhirah taking our pictures. The mums sit,  talk and munch food.

That day it was not just a picnic.  It was  'friendship time' since one of us is facing a very difficult moment in her life.  Friendship gravitated us together with hopes that sorrow shared is sorrow lessen.  Nothing we can do to change what had taken place, and nothing we can say  she does not already know..

Only that  being together at times like this, eventhough we may have lost the most important thing in our life,  we still have our childhood friends to tell us, all is not lost,  we still have each other.

Bah, Gee and I go a long way,  from our school days.  I thank Allah for them being in my life. We did the  ups and the downs and all the in betweens  together.

The girls see us thinking the same things and they say, 'thats freaky'.

Not only that, we feel our friend's sorrow.  As real as our own sorrow. That is freaky too.