My sun

Muallaf

It was beautiful. Contrary to its title - the message conveyed in the movie had little to do with the subject of religous conversion but more to do with the universal theme of love. In fact the movie ends with no certainty whether the lead male character embraces Islam. That was not the intention of the story.

Why the movie is banned is still a mystery to me. Seriously. I think the audience back in this homecountry is mature enough to watch the movie and see the simplicty and raw sincerity of Yasmin's message. If anything, one gets more inspired to read up on, well, everything.

Enough said. I'm sure everyone's had their rants about this.

Williamstown

It was a gorgeous, sunny Saturday. Read the paper in the sun and laid on the grass all afternoon. Fell asleep to the sounds of children running around. Their peals of laughter reminds me of Darwisyah. And how much I miss those warm days in Kembangan where I had her on my lap, while I studied for my A levels.

There was this new-age hippie market nearby - it had these little booths where people could get massages and get meditation tips. The posters read, "Now I can throw away all those anti-depressant pills!"

Give me the sun any day.

Work

Work has it good days and bad days. I had the speediest consultant ward round today on my weekend cover shift. We saw all the new patients faster than I could say 'obs stable'. I was left with 11 pages worth of handover lists, bloods to chase and random numbers written all over my things to do list and all I could think, 'Damn wish I was in the sun, sipping away a coffee.'

And so I head out to this secret backyard garden at the back of my home ward taking the shortest and most discrete route possible - because if one is sighted, a silent signal runs through the ward and suddenly all the nurses appear out of nowhere with their charts and determined expressions on their faces that read: Caught ya DOCTOR!!!

Darn. There goes my Vitamin D time.

Me

Most days I think I'm happy. Satisfied. But there's always a yearning for more. And lots of ifs and maybes. I started singing again yesterday. After a very long time. I forgot how much joy it gave me. Everyday I pray for a miracle. I keep thinking - one day. Just one day.

For now, it's just me and my dependable sun.