Back when I was studying in Melaka, there was this one semester where we spent 3/4 of the Ramadan fasting month in college.
At the university's mosque, the tarawih is only performed 8 rakaat. Even so, I always felt reluctant to go as it was stifling hot. Berlengas, berpeluh-peluh...
Getting used to sleeveless, one day I wore a striking yellow racer back. Yes, like the picture above. Only a bit more striking, and I was wearing a pair of long pants instead of a mini skirt.
Yes, yes, yes... I wore a striking yellow racer back underneath the white telekung.
I walked to the mosque with a friend of mine but she didn't say anything about it so I guess it's OK.
But... When I stepped inside the mosque, sat at the very front line, not long after that a girl about my age called me.
She looked at me up and down, and said;
"Ini pakai singlet kuning ni TAK BOLEH. Lalu dekat depan muslimin nanti muslimin nampak. Telekung awak ni dah la jarang, TARIK PERHATIAN SEMUA muslimin. Memang nampak sangat singlet dalam awak ni!"
I walked back to my place, next to the friend, told the friend what the girl said, and kept silent.
Honestly, I had no intention whatsoever about getting men's attention. Seriously.
I still remembered til' this very moment how I felt that night.
I felt like leaving that very minute but I couldn't as I was shocked. Shocked.
She accused me of trying to get men's attention! Jalang.
While praying, I couldn't stop myself from crying.
One drop, two drops, three drops, tear drops...
Everytime I bumped into her around the university grounds, immediately a gush of hatred rushed in my heart...
"Macamlah baaaaaik sangat!"
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Few weeks ago, I met the girl here, in Shah Alam. After years.
It was a Friday and I was walking to class.
Then I saw that girl. I remembered her clearly as the girl at the mosque. But she... She remembered me as a familiar face she had always seen in Melaka.
I reminded her I was the girl wearing the yellow singlet. She was surprised.
So I decided to come clean and told her everything. About my intention, how hot it was in the mosque, how I felt, how I felt so down and cried... And about hating her.
It felt so good being honest!
But all in all, I thank her for being honest. And brave.
Now everytime we bumped into each other, it always felt good. There's a nice, comfortable feeling. :)
So dear readers... I just felt like sharing. You see, you never know what might happen in the future.
Let's just all wish for the better in life as we go on, okay. :)