I just came back from Kajang this afternoon, its great to be back in this small town I now call home. Tronoh. A small town in the middle of perak (literally, because it is in Perak Tengah), it is only 5 minutes away from Sri Iskandar which is full of amneties and with whatever a person need to survive. I can’t believe why I was so stuck up to maintain my city life, in a polluted, traffic jammed place when I can blissfully live in a place like this without having to go through all that. Yesterday, I was stuck in really bad traffic twice. Once in the morning when I was on my way to send my car for service at 10 am, and the other during the rush hour at 6pm. Dear Lord, keep me away from all that. I went out at 6.30 pm and arrived home at 8pm. An hour and a half wasted on the road. My mind was imagining myself working right smack in the city and having to go through this every single day. To those who face it, probably it feels like a routine, but for me, it reminded me of my peaceful life here. I rent a house only 2 minutes from the hospital I work in Manjung. I can wake up late and still arrive on time. Precious moments of sleep saved! So what was the fuss about me moving to the kampung again? Hehe
So anyway, when I arrived home in Tronoh, (which by the way is only an hour and a half from kuala lumpur), the weather was scorching hot and everyone stayed inside with the aircond on full blast. My cat Moemoe was one of the first to do a belly flop on the couch in front of the AC! Suddenly, I heard a soft whimpering from outside the door, I thought it was the maid as she was outside cleaning up the porch. To my horror, I suddenly saw these huge black claws (or atleast I thought they were) coming from underneath the car. I thought it was some kind of iguana or something (quite rampant in this area, mom once went to the toilet and heard a huge ploppp and it was an iguana swimming in the toilet bowl!!!! —to be continued some other time).
The whimpering continued and I gathered my guts to take a peek underneath dad’s rover, to my surprise, it was this scrawny brown dog with large doe eyes just looking at me, asking for pity. We tried to shoo him away with a broom but he just wouldn’t budge. Sensing that something was wrong, I bent down and got a closer look. The poor thing was dragging his right foot beneath him, he was hurt!
My heart melted and I ran as fast as I could into the kitchen, sneaking a whole handful of my cats food into my pocket and gave it to him. At first, he just looked at me, but slowly, he took slow bites of the food that I left trailed right in front of him. It was a tedious thing to do as he took small bites and moved slowly out from underneath the car. I gave him a bowl of water and he chugged it down like there was no tomorrow. Poor thing I thought. Here he was, an injured dog, asking help from me. We were bonding.
Suddenly, my maid started spraying water to the dog and lo behold, he got up in a jiffy all well and no injured leg! Silly dog! He lied to me! All that melted heart for nothing? Or so I thought. The dog looked at me with his sad brown eyes, and if my eyes were not deceiving me, he gave a small nod of appreciation before he went off. Maybe he was like any stray animal, just wanting a few minutes of shelter from the sun, and if he got lucky enough, some soul might just give him some food and water.
And that is what this Ramadhan is to me.
Its about changing to be a simpler person, not wanting or needing more from this materialistic world. Half of the time, you spend it trying to impress people you don’t like or don’t know. And you know what? It does not even bring a single benefit to you. Living here,away from it all, it has taught a lot to me. I don’t deny I still go on my shopping splurges, I still love fine dining and the mall. But I do feel, that I don’t depend on it. You can send me into the jungle and I will find something there to amuse me. Life isn’t about being high up there, its about finding yourself. And if you are defined by the things you own, then you can’t really find happiness.
This Ramadhan is also about kindness, about trust, about doing something for others rather than yourself. It doesn’t matter if it does not benefit you, or if it turns out to be a fake (like the dog gaining sympathy though his cute lie), its your Niat, what you mean to do that matters. I hope this Ramadhan I get to give more to others. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to feed the homeless than spoil myself at buffets. Wouldn’t it be nice to see the happy faces at an orphanage when you talk to the kids during breaking fast. This Ramadhan, let us all spend it differently than we did before. Let us make it less about us, and more for others ;)