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.