The scenery around the village where my deceased granny lived
This pic was taken when I return home for Eid a couple month ago...
That little girl was wept bitterly, as she found Mak Ucih, the old woman who lived alone in a little house on the riverbank has already died... It's said that her body had been taken by her family who lived at the opposite village.....
Mak Ucih was a best friend of that little girl.....
She knew Mak Ucih when she spend her school holidays in her granny's home in the village... her granny also know who is Mak Ucih, but her granny always warned her to not often visit Mak ucih though... because her granny was too afraid that her granddaughter will slipped into the river or something... since Mak Ucih lived near the river and also a rather remote from others...
You know folks..... that little girl was me... when still in about 11 or 12 yo... I always spend my holidays school in my granny's home in the village...
Till now I always love the natural and rural atmosphere ... I think one day if I'm getting old, I wanna lived and buy a house in the countryside area...hmmm... just a thought!!
That time I know better about Mak ucih from my granny... She said what poor Mak Ucih ... She didn't have a biological child, but she raised 2 children of her brother who fosterage lovingly ... and raising them from the babies until the adulthood, and eventually got married and lived happily...
but... what poor Mak Ucih... when she's getting old and had no longer property... her children seem like didn't care her anymore, even they let Mak Ucih living alone...
What poor Mak Ucih...!!
My little heart was deeply touched to hear the story from my granny...
so that what make me as a little girl wanna visit Mak Ucih more often... to comfort her ... and make her happy... I sometimes I mean often brought her some food which I'd taken secretly from my granny's kitchen...
What poor Mak Ucih...!!
My little heart was deeply touched to hear the story from my granny...
so that what make me as a little girl wanna visit Mak Ucih more often... to comfort her ... and make her happy... I sometimes I mean often brought her some food which I'd taken secretly from my granny's kitchen...
Last time when I visited Mak Ucih, I've promised her but not told it out yet , it's only a promise in my heart... since I saw Mak Ucih didn't have a Mukena (a special clothing for a Muslim for doing pray) I mean she only had one 'mukena', but it looked so old and worn... so I promise myself I wanna buy her one.. I have an idea... asked my mom some money for it or if not I wanna break my piggy bank..
It's trully sad that my promise couldn't fullfilled yet while Mak Ucih was already gone...
The little me was crying that time... but also pray and pray for her...It's make me totally sure that Mak Ucih has been surely rest peacefully with no more loneliness and suffering...
This memory was still kept good in my mind till now...
I think there're perhaps another Mak Ucih in this cruel world... I even read the story from my bloggy friend Doris, which already inspired me to write this post ... Thank you Doris!!
I think you guys should read an inspiring post from Doris's site : And She Prayed... I bet you will not regret!Well... finally from deep in my heart I hope there will no other Mak Ucih anymore in this world...
And I hope one day if I'm getting old.. and being a granny ...I wanna be a happy person, not being a lonely grandma... or a poor grandma who was abandoned by our own children.... And I also hope the same to all of you, folks! Amen!!
And I hope one day if I'm getting old.. and being a granny ...I wanna be a happy person, not being a lonely grandma... or a poor grandma who was abandoned by our own children.... And I also hope the same to all of you, folks! Amen!!
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