on the train workbound
amidst rustling papers
tired yawns
and shuffling passengers
*click*...*click*.....*click*
a insignificant tapping of her thumb on a counter
triggers tt kid in me to guess what game she's at..
nope it's not a rhythmic tapping
nor is it to track the blurring lamp posts
and even in tt tunnel to Tiong Bahru the clicking goes on
maybe she's just a freak
maybe she should just be left alone
she steals a peek at me
and another
like i'm the freak
alright..
"excuse me, do you mind telling me what are you counting?"
"i'm praying." she smiles
"oh.."
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this is how i met Aamilah.
She taught me about praying, not religion.
Then she told me about challenges, faith and love.
And she showed me what that had taught her -- a beautiful girl of 2.
Cos of her, i feel blessed today.
the world does seem more beautiful when you allow yourself to.
everyday's a hidden blessing and i can only hope that i'm not the only one lucky enough to realise it too.
haha trying out 3 diff kinds of web photo hosting..but none seems to give me what i want..
maybe photo bucket works better on the post..
