narration

It is as if she had gained a voice, in the back of her head. She would at something, be it a remark, a gesture, and turn it all into a metaphor. The car cannot reach 85, his capacity is only 50. Meaning, I am not capable yet. A parallel narration that treads over on and on that one seems to chuckle at its absurdity. Indeed, what has happened? Life resumes, and again, you are reminded by people’s goodness left and right. Lenggang dan Gong, kata Marham, whom I doubt I shall meet again. He hasn’t texted me yet.

I was reading the Quran in front of the library (such is the habit now, on the bus, on the pavement, waiting for an arrival, any such time would do), when he sat puppy eyed and said hi to me. I am straight from Indonesia, and I just arrived this morning, and I don’t know my way around here. I stopped and say, what can I help you with. We talked and talked until he found someone he accidentally found Mika, someone he asked help of the day before on Facebook.

“It is a strange moment for me, all this occurrences. I thank you”.

“When it read the Quran it goes into your heart and pours out of being, your eyes your ears. Melimpah. You are soaking yourself with the words of Allah”

Dr. Salleh says that he felt every fiber, every atom of his being, utter the “Iyyaka Na’budu” (To You Alone We Worship), when he stood in prostration in front of the Kaabah.

I find these small correlations wonderful, how things happen in succession, one after another. Like a mesh, one begins to connect from A to B to C and to all alphabets, put everything into its place, and find significance in them. Look how form and content work together to create meaning, says my English Lit teacher.