Last night I dreamt of my late grandfather. My late yayi. He was still strong and sturdy just as I how I knew him when I was a little kid. I dreamt that he was in our usual noisy gathering back at home and yet he had something to tell everyone. And when it came to my turn, he said,’ Jangan cuba sangat’ or something like that. Basically, the message he was trying to get through me was that not to try too hard for something. I had wanted to go into his arms and hug him but I woke up.
It is not even Ramadan yet, but only eve of it and I already got my first spiritual lesson, me thinks. That there are some things in life I should work on because its success is within my reach. But there are other things which no matter how much I try, it is not for me to decide but to pasrah and redha to the One up there who decides.
In any case, it was an awesome pre Ramadan gift. It was great to see and ‘talk’ to you again, yayi. Even if it was just in my dreams. You looked great. Just like how I saw you when I was a little girl.