Just A Thought (Part 6)
I WONDERED A LOT. i sometimes wondered why he was alive, why the world was round and why was he able to wonder, even!. i often looked at how insects such as ants, bees, grasshoppers move. i thought it was interesting how ants managed to carry food (crumbs) 10 times bigger than their body size, how grasshoppers can hop in such dexterity & how unneeded things are findable and how they suddenly vanished when needed.
Speaking of “acts of disappearance”, i enjoyed playing hide and seek with his siblings, his friends and his cousins, especially. During school holidays, they would do sleepovers at their grandparent’s house or anyone of the relative’s house. It was interestingly fun how the game was conducted. They would go silently crazy when playing this game. The only thing that scared i was the spooky tale about how kids who actually disappeared during playing hide & seek. i didn’t even know if the story was authentic or not. Nonetheless, that really didn’t stop from hiding in closets, in cupboards, behind curtains, under sofas, behind doors and any locations that looked unsearchable. Those who were able to hide without being caught would reveal themselves only when the “searcher” just gave up wholly or when the “searcher” caught them soft giggling until they burst out to laughter.
After a period of hide & seek, i eventually stopped playing. This was after a tragic incident that left me torn. i really didn’t know what really happened but i knew it bothered him and on and off flashbacks just seemed surreal. i remembered being questioned with a lot of questions. That day changed him because it was a turning point of i’s life. From that day onwards, i became more cautious than before. It took him quite a while to pass over that tragedy. i started wondering more and more.
i had so many questions left unanswered, left so may puzzles ruined and left himself unexplained. He began questioning about why certain things happened. Why things or events, even though seemed dreadful / melancholy happen. Most importantly, i often wondered why he IS a muslim…
Speaking of “acts of disappearance”, i enjoyed playing hide and seek with his siblings, his friends and his cousins, especially. During school holidays, they would do sleepovers at their grandparent’s house or anyone of the relative’s house. It was interestingly fun how the game was conducted. They would go silently crazy when playing this game. The only thing that scared i was the spooky tale about how kids who actually disappeared during playing hide & seek. i didn’t even know if the story was authentic or not. Nonetheless, that really didn’t stop from hiding in closets, in cupboards, behind curtains, under sofas, behind doors and any locations that looked unsearchable. Those who were able to hide without being caught would reveal themselves only when the “searcher” just gave up wholly or when the “searcher” caught them soft giggling until they burst out to laughter.
After a period of hide & seek, i eventually stopped playing. This was after a tragic incident that left me torn. i really didn’t know what really happened but i knew it bothered him and on and off flashbacks just seemed surreal. i remembered being questioned with a lot of questions. That day changed him because it was a turning point of i’s life. From that day onwards, i became more cautious than before. It took him quite a while to pass over that tragedy. i started wondering more and more.
i had so many questions left unanswered, left so may puzzles ruined and left himself unexplained. He began questioning about why certain things happened. Why things or events, even though seemed dreadful / melancholy happen. Most importantly, i often wondered why he IS a muslim…
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