Thursday, 12 September 2019

Conversation with Amir: Iman

07:57:00
“I saw a lot of Tweets testing religion beliefs or things that are associated with religion, and it got me so confused. It’s not that I believe them, but sometimes I do feel that what they are saying makes sense. It is scary.”

“Sebab tu kita kena beriman”

“Meaning?”

“You do know rukun iman, right? It always starts with ‘Beriman kepada Allah etc’. Beriman means having faith. Having faith on something is deeper than percaya; believing.”


  • “You need to have faith in Allah, sayang”. 

Monday, 2 September 2019

Every Time We Hold Hands

07:06:00
every time we hold hands
i will always be taken into a different dimension
we are walking on the zebra crossing
but the pebbled stripes change into shiny wooden floors
the pedestrians bow to each other
your red sweater changes into a tuxedo
and my headscarf turns into an embroidered veil
the traffic light will become a spotlight
that lights up the ballroom
the world is our dance floor
although we never really show our moves
but my hips sway as you put your arms
around them
like how you would wrap me in them
in every queue

every time we hold hands
i will always be taken into a different dimension
when you press my hand a little harder
i will stop and look at you
my veil has now become a rag
and my crown is not in place
and there is a shark at the tip of my toes
waiting anytime for me to fall
but you are my knight in shining armour
it is in your nature to save me from
deadly predators
or
angry uncles at the parking lot
or
my mom when we come home a little bit late
or
myself.

every time we hold hands
i will always be taken into a different dimension
different timezones
different eras
different outfits
different languages, although i'm only bilingual
but
you will always be my hero
and we will keep holding hands
forever.

Train Ride: Updated

06:46:00
the sun kisses my face 
as you kiss my cheek 
with one of my legs on 
your lap 
you will make sure that you won’t glitch 

and your hands-
please ask it to behave 
from scratching my thighs to holding my hands to hugging my waist
sharing earphones 
you don’t mind whether it’s pink-
or it’s another melodramatic Malay song
playing 

oh, the girl beside me moved to the other side immediately when the seats were empty
perhaps she felt annoyed, or cringed when we laughed and grooved to our old jams 

but if only she feels what we feel at this moment of time-
i don’t think she will ever want this train ride to stop, 

and i only want this feelings to end
when my heart stops beating 

then only we can hop off.