once upon a masjid..

assalamu'laikum..
alhamdulillah yesterday i've given a chance by Allah to have a very good conversation with an expatriate family from iraq..
mashaa Allah.. im so happy to meet them..

i saw them praying after maghrib at mosque.. my heart scream..
"go and greet them! you must show them malaysian are kind...etc" ... give a lot pro and cons in my head..
but then i didnt have  the guts..

then after isyak,  i still saw the saw the family, i said to my self,
"if not now, when? they might not comeback later''

so i brave myself, say salam to them and shake hands. now, its not that hard is it?
so from then, the conversation start. i dont remember who start it .. probably the mother..
which until now i didnt catch her name..
but i know her son and daughter name, they are Sarah and Bakr.
Sarah is a teenager.. while Bakr i think is only 8-10 years old..
Sarah is fluent in English.. while Bakr didnt said a word to me..
their mother is fluent, but not as fluent as Sarah..

they are from iraq, they are in my uni because the mother is pursuing master's in chemical engineering.. same course as mine (proud) .. her husband is in iraq right now to take care of their sick mother..

she ask a lot of things about me too... so i try to answer as polite as possible..

a lot of things we talk about... from Manglish to Pets...

before we said our goodbyes, she said to me,
" so i'll meet you again tomorrow?"
i said " in shaa Allah"

inshaa ALLAH... until next time.. :)


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my next post is in malay inshaa ALLAH.. i realise i think a lot in English, write a lot in English.. but i speak my mother tongue of course...
that's probably because i read and watch a lot of English stuff...
since i start to write my short story back lately, i realise also, my malay is getting worse by day...

inshaa ALLAH ... inshaa ALLAH...
Pray for me...