Gambar ditangkap pada waktu Subuh semasa Lendu dilanda jerebu tebal.
Aku nomad. Aku hidup berpindah-randah. Jasad dan jiwa aku takkan pernah kekal kat satu tempat.
Berkali-kali aku tukar sekolah rendah, berkali-kali aku tukar sekolah menengah. Paling lama aku duduk kat satu sekolah pun tiga tahun (dahlah aku benci sekolah tu lol). Toksah cerita pasal sekolah lah… I went to two KINDERGARTENS.
I even went to two driving schools… hahaha. Don’t ask.
As far as I remember, I’ve lived in six houses and two hostels. In three countries. Macam-macam orang aku kenal. Macam-macam pengalaman aku dapat.
When it’s time to go, I go. I accept it when those who used to be close to me, grow further away and rarely keep in touch. We’re growing older and our priorities change.
Attachments are irrelevant. Flowers wilt. Goals change. Phases end. Trends fade. People die. But always appreciate what you have.
I don’t even have a proper house right now. What’s the point of having a house if there’s no one there? My parents and siblings are abroad. I hover between uni and my relatives’ houses. Macam jerebu.
So, what makes a place a feel like home? For me, it’s when the people around me love Allah and His Messenger. And when the syariah stands tall. It’s true.
I am not a good person but if I can have that everywhere, then anywhere can be my home.