My Pet Peeves

Salaam.

Just came back from having dinner with My Lovers of The Soul, My Weight of The World, My Subliminal Treaty with The One and ONLY.

Saddened...

Met the many OTHER characters that Allah S.W.T. decided to impress the world with. Some got my order wrong. Some kept My Wife waiting for no better reason than Incompetence. One Malay decided to take advantage of My Baby-like face and calm demeanour (InsyaAllah), all the while ACTING like he was the victor. As if HE was the one that came up on top.

All the while, innocent bystanders were bloodied, and possibly scarred, to extents the human mind could never hope to even begin to start contemplating in trying to ascertain the 'plausibilities' that may yield an understanding that may transcend what the human mind can know.

Saddened...

To see young, pure faces looking at their model of conduct, their pillar of support, and not to realise the poison that seeps into them, changing them, mutating them, dissolving their purity into a cancer like the one before them.

Heartened...

All is not lost. Bonda keeps her vigil. She sings praises to the Almighty, almost like the act is second nature to her. Baby Ours listens, InsyaAllah, and keeps the torch alive. Keeps the Fire burning with such intensity that I continue to be befuddled, and cowed, and awed, and humbled, and put in my place, for learning is the key to knowledge, and I breath it evermore.

He is Our hope. Our undying hope that the world is a grand place, even though pet peeves are a-given.

And the Malay?

Marilah berharap yang si dia, seperti kita, dapat berusaha untuk keamanan dan kesejahteraan semua (Let's hope that like that scrupulous character, we all can strive for the betterment of each other).

After all, Malay-sial boleh kan???

Pardon.

What I meant was let us embrace our flaws and do the best that we can.

After all, Malaysia can kan?

A positive Muslim Malay,
Matthekage