I’m sitting by my window. Looking at the sky. Listening to the merry chirping of the Za’ba birds. Savouring the cool, crisp, early morning breeze as it gently blows through my window.
The morning is unhurried. Unrushed. I’m simply watching and praying, noting that my to-do list can wait until a little bit later.
I hug my yellow fleece blanket to my knees, getting lost in the comfort of its warmth.
The view outside my window is a semi-strange sight. Morning has just broken, and clouds still fill the usually clear and sunny Malaysian sky. But that’s not what’s so strange about it. What’s strange is that it’s Malaysian sky.
The view is different. And the sounds that resound through the air are different as well. My room is somewhat an earshot away from the Surau and my mornings are usually punctuated by the early morning call to prayer.
But different is good. I’m loving living out my life in this foreign soil. This is what I’ve always wanted, right?
Sure, the language is somewhat crazy. “Uhh.. boleh cakap perlahan-lahan?”
And the weather is often agonizingly hot. “Sangat panas. Sangaaat panaaaassss…”
And public transportation leaves a lot to be desired. “Ayy.. Alamak.”
But the benefits of staying here override all the sacrifices that have been and still have to be made.
I close my eyes for a moment and let one last breeze caress my cheeks and I rise, ready to move on with the rest of the day.
The 10:00 am sunshine has already broken through, and now it’s time to move on to the rest of the day.