A lovely touch goes a way beyond.

Yesterday, i went to Rumah Titian Kasih, it's a shelter that caters for the single mothers and children. Located few blocks away from our college(it is opposite to Istana Budaya). The nice sweet thing that happened to us is that we were invited to come for a function somewhere near Masjid India that celebrates and also on the same time donate hari raya gift to the orphans and single mothers.

The crux of the story is that we were not told that we have to represent them to this event. The fact is that we're planning to have our own event at their place, Rumah Titian Kasih, but they themselves has 3 other functions to attend that they don't have enough people to sent. So they sent us, and we were to be told to say that we're from Titian Kasih and not from UKM.

The worst thing that could have ever happened to us , taken it's place that night where we have to go to the stage, taking the donations from the YB( i mean every single of us). Among all those short kids was a bunch of tall kids that happened to be from UKM, slowly and shyly manouvered to the stage. I was laughing all the way round especially when the camera focused to us , and the audiences(those with big mouths trying to scrutinize the matter a bit) asking why were so tall and old and some other stuffs that doesn't even looked like a secondary school student( i meant that Aina, one of us is so tall, yet very incongrously act like a small kid, which unfortunately, did not worked out well)

We had a very nice bukak puasa meal, but after finished eating , a few men started to puff their ciggarette smokes which make me feel dyspneic. Lucky thing that we don't have to stay there for long, packing ou stuffs and return back to Rumah Titian Kasih, hoping to get to mingle and play with the other young and 'real' kids.

Another crux of the story is that, when we reached Titian Kasih, they had another function that still have not ended. We walked inside with the YB still speaking, and some of us were bickering all the way, up to no point, stating that we could never get to see these kids, cause there're doing their own show at front.

Well, the funny thing is that i get to see Gipang, one of my friend, who'd become the center of attractions to these young boys. They were playing like shit, i laughed and loughed and i really think that Gipang here was born with a gospel and prosperity to actually be a clown, albeit now he's studying medicine.

I did'nt do much, did not even get to see the small girl cause they're doing something at the front. I watched and observed and thinked and inspired deeply, and even i thinked some more as the rejuvenated lackadaisical Hai Raya song became deeply and lovely,melancholicly played in my mind that I feel that I do have everyone during Hari raya. At a very young age, i was pampered and preservered to celebrate Hari Raya with the most highly anticipation. But the orphans standing and walking around me , might not have all the things i have had before.

Before we went back, we get to salam the orphans, especially the small boys, and i also get to give some duit raye to some of them. But deep inside, i could here a very lonely and saddened voices of these young people, as if they were finding a sanctuary to lived in.

Allah has all the might, and Allah too can make people graciously happy and thorougly enjoyed with the very least luxuries or even no luxuries at all. I believed a that these solely young protected small children will later have a good life ahead, and be able to direct themselves on their own pace and mustering all the strength that Allah gives, and also to become a good person who goes ahead in life, not stopping at any point of bewildrement.

There goes a life ahead. I am hoping to get to see some other kind of people, with some other environment cause all i want to be is a doctor, not just by its name, i wanted to become a doctor who is a person herself.

Deeply touched.