In the plane,
from Canada to Malaysia,
I only slept for two hours!!
The plane was incredible comfortable
cause it was Qatar Airlines :P
Also, I felt more safe cause before we departed,
the pilot played the doa naik kenderaan.
There're no people beside me, so I conquered three seats by myself,
I could even baring like it's my house.
So, everything was good!
But I couldn't sleep because I was sooooo excited to come home!
I can smell tokmak's asam pedas, acu's laksa, mak long's sambal,
I can imagine me hugging my parents,
all those wonderful feelings!
My first transit was in Philadelphia,
I mean all transits in the non-muslim countries for hijabists
would be a bit hustle because
they always assume you bringing dangerous stuff inside your luggage.
#dahbiasa
But when in Doha, everything was smooth except for
I felt like I was in India hahah
And the difference between Asians and Westerners is, the discipline level.
People in Qatar Airport,
they don't queue up.
All they gotta do was
run with all their hearts to the immigration checkup counters.
So the weak, petite girl was brutally being hit by their shoulders.
But I just didn't care because I was sooo excited to get home.
At the boarding gate, I was so excited to see Malays
because dude, in Montreal we only have less than 10 Malays!!
So I felt a bit like home until they didn't ignore my smile.
That's not thunder, guys! That's my heart scattering into pieces.
For one moment,
I felt like it's true that you'd appreciate your nation,
race, culture, tradition and identity when you're in other countries.
Okay, now I feel like for every moment,
that feeling is true.
Cut that sad part.
So
when I reached KLIA,
I smiled like the world is all about happiness and tomyam.
I can hear my heart singing,
cause I was so happyyy!!
I wasn't being interrogated by the custom,
everything was perfect except for my luggages and my mind,
we didn't have strong telepathy!
So I wasted almost 1 hour waiting for my luggages.
When I finally reunited with my luggages,
I put them all on the trolley
and I pushed it and I saw many people
were waiting at the arrival hall.
I saw my family but I couldn't run cause my luggages...
Tok Abah spotted me then the rest were like waving and
I hugged my dad and my little cousins were all running to me,
I hugged my mum, I salam everyone!
All my family was there except for Aiman.
My acu's family, my pak andak's family.
I mean, girlsss I could feel the love!
We snapped some pictures then my dad was like
"okay hold on for a sec!"
(cause he looked like he's about to snap my picture)
((oh well, my dad likes photography these days, you can see from his whatsapp profile pic,
it keeps on changing, he edits so many pictures, cool dad))
then....
There's like a prince fell down from the sky!
Qim came!!!
(It rhymes!!!!!!)
OMG!
I didn't expect it, I swear to God.
He supposed to go to Pahang to attend his cousin's wedding
and what was he doing here?!
But yeah,
I was shaking and touched!
He came with a bouquet of daisies!
I don't like roses but daisies.
And chocolates!!
Everything was like perfect!
Everyone was staring cause it looked like
a wedding proposal,
really.
I'm still young, so I can't be someone's wife yet :P
But my happiness was doubled!
Alhamdulillah for this blessing!
It's really the purest kind of happiness
to be with your family after so long!
And to know that
your parents were also parts of the Qim's surprise,
I felt more thankful.
At least I know he passed the first stage!
Hehe
Love,
happy aliah
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