The air of 17th

Assalamualikum and hello there, people.


Long time no see.
How you doing?


Today, I'm being 17. Alhamdulillah, with His wills, I'm still breath the same air, again.

Being 17 is the time to start to think about life, right?

I've follow my mum to Kuala Lumpur just now. She wanted to buy some kain and tudung so she offers me to follow her around. I said okay, well I don't have anything to do and I wanna go out.

At least, on my birthday.

Once I stepped up in front of Sogo, I saw an old man carrying an umbrella and a bag. Seems he was homeless and nowhere to go.

Seems so pity. I noticed that he came back and forth from the other side of the streets many times. Even his bag  was already blenched.

And those who have already been to Sogo, you know there's many people who 'mintak sedekah' right?

I didn't feel so sad or pity when I saw them, frankly.

But for this uncle, or he seems like grandpa to me, he was so pity.

In my eyes.

How he gonna sleep tonight?

Where should he go with his bag, his umbrella?

I know, our creator will never makes His creature in disguise right?

So am I.

I need to appreciate life more.

Even there's many people who will always driving me up on the walls.

Have a blast,
Anne (: