Waking up in the middle of the night due to having a confusing dream in the form of a slide show regarding news articles of Miss Shal's case gave me a pang of insomniac moment.
I saw flashes of memory clips in my dream of growing up with her that made me realise how much I miss her. Seeing what people have been saying and writing about Miss Shal and her family gave birth to this mixed feeling of sadness and longing.
Before this, the distance had never taken a toll on our relationship for the family and her we can always communicate using multiple mediums. But now, it had left an empty space in our hearts that only can be filled after all this mayhem is settled. And we wished and pray hard for the day to come soonest.
Tonight, in my dream I’ve seen a few flashbacks of Miss Shal. How she was always so independent with her little red car that she had used for so many years. That is Miss Shal, with her tagline of “ tok soh nyusoh...(no need to trouble anyone)” doing mostly everything on her own and excellent with it had always been so inspiring.
How I remember when I was young, waiting at my grandma’s door for the little red car to reach our kampung for Eidul Fitri had always been exciting. Reminiscing as a little kid, she combed my hair into a perfect ponytail and cute buns while giving me tips how to take good photos, saying that we the family have photogenic genes. That is Miss Shal, always known for her wits, filling the family’s kitchen with her cheeky smile and laughter while always being the wise head among other siblings in a family quarrel.
Miss Shal might be portrait as a strict person on some cases but you can always expect her to see things from a different angle during discussions and always so understanding and very comforting to be around with. Those traits of her make her an excellent school teacher. I can bet that there have been so many girls came and sought her advise and guidance in life abd I am one of them.
I remember my childhood days where I spent my holidays staying at her place even before she had her own family, where we talked about mostly everything, how she perfected my tajwid for my daily prayers, reading the Quran after prayers and free English lessons at night before we settle for our sleep. That had been the ritual slumber party for the nieces. Yes, she is my aunt and I am proud of her.
She is a great mom and raised her kids well. How do I know this? Her kids are the most pleasant bunch of kids you have ever met. They conversed well, polite and ever so humble. Her 1st born, Aisyah, inherit her mom’s wits and matured way beyond her age. The other 3 boys were a normal bunch of generation Y kids where they loved their gadgets and video games and yet still squeak and gush over babies and baby animals.
They were always so helpful and fun to be with and if you were driving them around, their mom will ask them to recite the Ayatul Qursi and few more Quranic verses to ease the journey. These kids were fun, loving and passionate kids as they were raised well by their parents.
Now, the situation had taken away their smile and put them in a very dark moment in their life and I am sure that they had been traumatised by what is happening and I wonder if it will leave an ugly scar and will it ever heal. Praying for the best and praying hard for it. I am sure that Miss Shal and her family would do the same if we were in their shoes.