the talk of a kampong girl

is currently at home...

somewhere in the heart of kelantan

deep in a small  kampong 

where everything is so unmalacca..

so not KL life

far from hustle bustle of big city..

where i can sleep on my own little bed

accompanied with a peaceful sounds of nocturnal creatures

sometimes embraced with the song of frogs

bathing in the rain

the night is so quiet, that you can hear your own breath

you'll know every details of the night through the sounds

with azan subuh from the main mosque as morning alarm

the day begin as early as 6,

with the clicking sound of stainless steels from the kitchen

it's my mom preparing breakfast..

never skip even a day without a morning meal

she's my best cook ever

i live in kampong house

surrounded with various kind of trees...

some are shady, makes up a canopy for a shelter from the sun

with 4 benches underneath...

encircle a round green table

giving us space to sit together in the evening

talking almost about everything

while sipping a hot tea

takes turn to tell story

HERE is my origin..

the place that have witnessed my life

the only place that hold memories of my past

the HEAVEN of dunya...