Friday, October 10, 2014

Touching deep in my heart.


A sweet lesson on patience.


A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'

'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'

'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..

'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.

'Nothing,' I said

'You have to make a living,' she answered.

'There are other passengers,' I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

Nice story to read and share.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Ceritera sebulan lalu..

Assalamualaikun wbt.

Alhamdulillah masih diberi peluang untuk menaip. Tiga menuju empat minggu berlalu. Dalam sedar atau tidak. Terlalu banyak perkara berlaku, seiring dgn perasaan yang turut berubah-ubah saat peristiwa yang hadir ada yang suka dan duka. Jadi, jom kita baca dan baca:

1. My bestie aka Farhana Lokman pergi sambung masters for a year at University of Manchester, UK (11th Sept 2014, 0200am). Sedih. Gembira. Semua rasa jadi satu waktu pergi hantar kat KLIA. All the best my dear!

2. My lovely sister aka Salimah pun fly kembali ke Mu'tah, Jordan. (15th Sept 2014, 0945am) Dia sedih je nak balik hari tu sebab seronok duk rumah selama tiga bulan. So, nak bagi semangat kat dia untuk balik sana, semua pakat-pakat hantar dia ke KLIA. Adik-adik excited main troli pusing satu KLIA..

3. Me turned 24th years old.. (19th Sept 2014) Dah tua, hehe :) Thanks for the wishes! Sebab teringin nak makan carrot cake dan hawa (kawan syerah yg KTD) pun request, so me baked it. Alhamdulillah sedap! Nyummy...

4. Ambil jubah untuk Konvo 13th oct 2014 nanti. (25th Sept 2014) Alhamdulillah after almost six years studying, finally I'm graduating from IIUM. Such a beautiful memories been created there for years. Missing IIUM friends and classes already. Then how about exams?? Err,, so far no, I don't think so. hehe.. Jom tukar ke status pekerja pulak..

5. Eldest brother birthday. Sanah Helwa adik! sweet 7 years old on 26th Sept 2014. Papa (we called him) requested a birthday cake. At last, he got a moist chocolate cake,, hehe. Pening chef nak buat hiasan atas kek tu. Apapun, chef sangat berpuas hati dengan deco tu walaupun kek ni sedikit padat. Dah lama tak buat kek kukus, tu agaknya kek ni merajuk tak nak gebu *_* need to do another attempt la kalau gini.

Ok, I think for this post, above stories surely tell you guys my journey for almost a months ago. Just why I couldn't update my blog. Oh not to forget,


Insya Allah, till we meet again Ms. blog. Excited nak konvo next week :)
May Allah bless and ease for us every single thing we do,, Amin.

Ps: Someone is missing, thus I am missing too..