now boarding: Cambodia (part 3)

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"I got my sunburn and sun-kissed face.But, I guess it wasn't sun-kissed anymore but the sun-kissed slap!I'm not really sure how dark my face will be. But as for trip this time, it was freaking much worth it.so many things I did and it was truly worth it. I enjoy every moment. We went cycling through Cambodians' village, met with friendly villagers. the best part was the children here. they're valuable, innocent, kind and of course,cute. Barely could make a communication or couldn't communicate make them even more cuter. things that touched my heart was,well, let me just say, after I observed the villagers and their homes there, I've been thinking how I've been selfish all this time/year. Ayah is true after all. Before I was off to Cambodia, we made some discussion and he shared his knowledge about this country.

Ayah said the Cambodians are still chasing the development. Yes, they are poor. (not all of them tough). I couldn't imagine how. I mean, I just listen to my ayah absent-mindedly. After stepped my foot in this land, I could see and understand why ayah's voice sounds really sympathetic. watching them, the children cool off their thirst from the ground water, their small & high houses, bicycles  red dusty roads really make to shed tears. honestly, almost. but I tried to keep this feeling. I shared my tears by writing, share the experiences that I got.

tonight, the sounds of takbir raya already echoing the Rokapompram Village. the sad feeling come naturally and the faces of (my) families appear. of course, I miss my hometown. I gotta admit it, first night we arrived here, I got a terrible homesick.

Looking at them, really bring out the other side of humanity. I learn about my own religion, Islam. How they pray, how they perfom Jemaah in the gloomy mosque because they don't have a better electricity like us. they're still using power generator to live up the lights. Imagine our country, Malaysia in 60's era. I am in that era right now. couldn't describe how troublesome for them to survive. especially the teenagers and kids. I looked how they enter the class which doesn't have a fan, just concrete bare wall with a poor facilities. But, looking at the smiles and laugh send me a message how thankful they are to us for coming and give them some free exercise books, pencils, jigsaw puzzles. ouh yeaa..talking about the jigsaw puzzle, I could see how enthusiastic they are in putting the puzzle pieces together. they are excited, boys and girls. I miss my home, but I also will be missing Rokapompram Village. End of the journal for day two.. :) "

-to be continued-