camp mo

Silence of the night. I sat down, helping myself with the leftover dishes. Yea, when everyone was in the hall gaining knowledge, i was there to meet my own needs.

Rain. I laid down. Exhausted. When friends left the accommodation for group discussions, i denied the desire to follow suit, knowing energy lost might be needed in instances unexpected.

Such were brief moments experienced during the (muslim) overseas camp. Pieces of a bigger picture that led to my acknowledging the job of one known as a driver. I salute those who are undervalued for the down-to-earth tone you have to portray for a bigger cause at hand, masya-Allah.

Though i missed most of the slots, i smiled, knowing that the drive to and from the various destinations may be of benefit to others. And that soothes the aching heart.