a'la gam,

Its more than just some mere photos. Its memories.

As I pack the final bits of my luggage, it was 8.00 pm. I tried to smiled. Seeking a reason for me to actually be happy with the next two hour departure. I spent some pretty hard time for it (refer to the article 'yang mulia,'). Untill finally I decided to let the time tell. I had burdens, responsibility, and truthworthy being eyed and carried within me from those who are actually seeing something to benefit thierselves. For good reasons of course. And it is said to be some of my important asset along the way. Hah! as if...


KLIA,
My father had a little fuzz on finding a parking space for the car. So, mom said that I should go on first to ensure that my group will still be there. And that means I wont miss my flight. Who was this group of people? My long term question was answered as I steppd about 100 meter into the airport. It was a tremble(the best describing word I guess). I've never seen such croud of people from all over the place to be there just to send about 15 new student to Egypt. I smiled! Some acknowledgement to my soul to actually see something I should say, Allah wills it.







And there was I, leaving my family, and say 'hello friends'. Spending some bits of my life with them. The flight was never been happier. Despite of the limited moving space radius, it kind of brings back the memory of my last inflight times. Childhood was never bored. But then again, it will all have to go to greet my growned up. I dont know, how could a 10 hour flight be so short. As I noticed, the sky, the land, and the atmosphere itself, is awesome(MasyaAllah!). After that moment, I was settled for my one month or more stay by the farmiliar faces, and most importantly, the hearts that brought us together. I could never be more happier than what times had brought me to. The world is just so amazing. And the peoples are more 'interesting'.







After 4 days living around the 10th district, something that the old peoples like to call, 'invitation from god' was sent to me too. 11 days suppose to be more than enough to unwaste my moments. Adding a touch of Ramadhan Kareem with it, Those that waste thier time, shall regret that coming day. I tried to do my best at these Haram state. People judge by what they see, and they don't see the heart that only Allah knows. After this trip, the inner self should be more filled up, by(maybe) the questions from the history perhaps? The history of the best man ever to walk on this planet.







As I expected, time flies. 11 days was never enough by my counting. Human nature I suppose? That could never be satisfy with what they have, what WE have. I counted the last moments. Traveling was fun at heart. What else could make me happier. All of a sudden, I remembered them as my housemates, my family in Cairo. I was thrilled. I wanted to see them and live a life with them. A shorter phrase would be, I miss them.







Arriving with a smile to the fullest. At that moment the sweetness was blooming. Life could never been better. The best Ramadhan was there. It was almost like the atmosphere it self is enjoying Ramadhan. Everyone is with another. As if there was no loneliness that could ever fill any space. If only life like this would go on and on. Untill, suddenly, I was CALLED home. I tried to control the shockness. And I did'nt want to bother about it any longer. Because I think it will just waste my time. That day kept flowing as I still try to reject it. Than I realize, I need to comfront it. As a result, I manage to go to the New Egypt, Heliopolis. Settling my ticket was easy I suppose. At that moment, I started to count my days.




My visit to heliopolis was the last day of Ramadhan. I end that day with a street soccer routine. As the adzan of Magrib commensed, There it was, 1st Syawal. 6 days till I will be back in Malaysia. Worrying with my visa, and ticket status, I just want to let it go. And I did. Here are a few things I did with my final days.




1st day of eid.




I had breakfast with rendang and nasi himpit. The normal annual dish of eid. And after the well dished, the embassy gathered every Malaysian citizen possible for the first time to held the very own Eid morning usuality. I wore green. Unlike the others, I'm dressed up just for the need. A some 500 meter walk will do to reach the place. I was the last person to leave the house. Considering the lateness that falls upon me. I tried to catch up with the others. Along that way, i was thinking, more than 500 hundred people shall fill up in about 50 square meters. How is that even possible? Then, I ended up sitting in the second or third row. I thought I was among the last of the final bits of people. A few moments there kind of brings back Malaysia somehow(regards to the embassy~). And there I was, sat on a pretty worn out carpet. Sitting, waiting, taking my final bits of my stay here.

Finished the prayer, the fiesta, the gathering, everyone(that wanted to) went to ISMA Mesir's nearest house with the community complex, Tooba El-ramli. The video from the last post should tell a bit of what I went through. But it tells, and it does'nt describes. Then along I go to the other house of full of people. Spending the rest of the days visiting others. Night was never a stoppage. And this was suppose to continue in a matter of some time. Some days. Its a pity it can't last forever.




2nd day of eid,






Everyone seems to be tired of yesterday's routine. If only I can join and rest with them. Too bad, I seek for those who are actually still going around doing something. And my afternoon gave an answer. After Zhuhr perhaps, I went for a bus trip about 3km from home to a place called, Masakin. To a house of chances. Spent my time till Asr, and went home. Till, a routine of street soccer called. They somehow know I cant resist (amazed). Too passionate with the ball, everyone somehow stopped playing as the adzan commensed. To the masjid, and to a relative's house. Somehow the evenings play made a quench of thirst throughout my body. I session of juice with the others does'nt seems to be bad idea. I'll go for it. My treat perhaps. So, it was'nt so much of an activity for the day. But it tires me out. Somehow I did'nt manage to walk home. So, my 2nd eid endded up sleeping at the guest hall of Gamek.




3rd day of eid.



I recall a once of a person who will be going back to Malaysia with me. And he's helding a wida' fiest. Some more than 80km from Cairo. I went to that place with the others who are willing to go. And there seems to be a lot. Taking a bus to Ramsis sq around the Jumaat prayer. Then another one to a village (can it be described as that?) of full of paddy feilds. Some just says that the atmosphere there, is the best among all in Egypt. Hopefully.


As I arrived, it was still too early before it started. So, A little walk around the place, eating some desserts, Talking with others, sleeping as well. Here I also wants to say my thanks to Akh Suhail Sufian. Thanks for every those things.






And it started. Eating, talking, knowing new relatives, and, counting my final days. Ah, such a waste of thinking that! eating was just the small parts. The talks that somehow making my benefits requirements a reality. And the nights fall suddenly. Some of us need to be at Cairo by Isya'. The hostel of Melacca's students calls for a little fiest. Rushing was the only hope. Despite of the current traffic condition. Somehow only 4 person manage to be there. Its was good enough wasn'nt it??

4th day of eid

Today was a quite day. The Perak adn Kedah's Students are making thier own open house for all. And its a must for the ISMA's to attend it. There we go. A normal eid routine again. And this was the last for me perhaps. Till evening, then I decided to actually go shopping. Khan Khalili a.k.a Cairo's Petaling Street was the place. But in the end, I went home empty handed and my friends were the one who'se buying things. And my watch shows another 72 hour till departure. So, the night was spent at a restaurant somewhere around the city. It is said to be one of the most trusted place to put a pinch of variaty of kebab. With a large number of price too.





I did'nt went home again that night. A worried feeling upon my housemates. What can I say. I havent been sleeping at my house for some nights. And its late already. I was said not to go outside alone. Especially at night.

Final day.

A woke my day, realising that its just a matter of time till its arrival. Today, I had to go to class.
And so I did. Learning the best things I could, meeting the peoples that stude upon me. And finally, there it was. A certification of my study. Everyone just laughed seeing it. It does'nt seems to hurt joining them.

So, I left them. Leaving me and the city. I wandered around. Tried to buy something to bring back home. Bring back to MALAYSIA! And on this day, I finally get the taste of being lost, stranded in a city of clueless direction. I just walked, walked and walked till I found the farmiliar place.

A few minutes of resting should do the work. As the Asr prayer settled, I went for my final street soccer match. And as usual, it ended till Maghrib. I had to take a shower before praying. Without earlier notice, my housemate invited me to dinner. So I aplied.





The clock shows about 9.00 pm. I'm supposed to be at the airport at 10pm. With an unsettled luggage, I went across the houses for the last time of this session. I have to admit it this time that my eyes are at its limit. Sleeping would be the best thing to do. But hey, I could sleep in the plane or so.

From my neighbours, to my house. There I saw. My house is just too crowded by the presence of friends. My smile almost lead to drops of tears. I tried to hold it. As I'm in, they somehow offered me to actually pack my stuff. And it's 10 minutes till check in time. Rushing I am.

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And there it was. A place of peace at the heart, blessed by Allah. The last moments was just too unexpectable. I only manage to hold my tears. But the airport, somehow gave my eye some time to control my tears. As I check in, there it was. A trip of memory, being left behind as a guide for my future. So here I shall drop out first, waiting the others.