The faint pitter-patter of light rain enters my ears
\nThe first tell-tale sign of a good day
\nI do not wake till the sun shines bright through my eyelids
\nThe corridor is empty
\nI let my skin soak under a warm shower
\nI don\u2019t leave without wiping at the fogged-up mirror to find my fresh face<\/p>\n
The trees pass by as I head to class
\nBut first, a taste of sweet, milky, toasty-warm tea
\nThat\u2019s when I\u2019m ready
\nMy rear-end lands on that familiar seat in the room
\nSurrounded by the same smiling faces and laughs
\nMy ears focus on the sound of Dr Jatswan imparting his wisdom upon us
\nTaking us across the globe, back and forward in time
\nLike getting an adrenaline rush from all the learning<\/p>\n
The sun burns hot in the sky
\nSomething I appreciate more now
\nThe whirring-past of the train rings through my ears
\nI watch as the city flies by me
\nOccasional exchanges with strange eyes
\nTeasing stories I will never know<\/p>\n
Loud meows greet me before even opening the door
\nThe keys jangle as I reach for them in my bag
\nThe comforting smells of home invite me in
\nI close my eyes as my bed wraps around me<\/p>\n
I wake again to the sound of a warm voice
\nThe voice that greeted me into this world
\nHigher and gentler than mine
\nBut clearer and stronger
\nThe gaze from her round eyes give me a sense of security
\nMy home is complete now<\/p>\n
The kitchen is alive with my movements
\nThe air smells good enough to eat
\nDishes prepared by my own hand
\nGood enough to fill my own heart
\nThat\u2019s when I am satisfied<\/p>\n
The night falls
\nMy Lord calls
\nThe silence beckons
\nThe prayer mat spread on the floor
\nAimed straight for Mecca
\nMy forehead touches the ground
\nAnd that is where I found
\nMy truest self
\nIn conversation with God
\nWhen my mind clears
\nThere are no more fears
\nOnly purpose and understanding
\nTomorrow is promising
\nTo be the ideal day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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