Some 54 years ago my family moved to Pahang when my father joined Felda settlement,I was just 6 years old. I remembered the first day we arrived at our house. It was surrounded by bushes and the weeds pricked through the wooden floor gaps of the small residence provided by the Felda. It was the modest house that we called home for many many years later.
There were so many childhood memories.. Some happy moments.. Some sad heart breakings at that time. However because of our movement to Pahang I managed to finish school and even graduated with my first degree with the money my father earned working in 10 hecters oil palm plantation.
I remember the house was so cold surrounded by palm oil trees. I slept soundly everynight even without fan as there was no electricity. My mother used to acommpany me studying at night with the oil lamp next to me. I stayed out late as I was sitting for my STPM. I passed with flying colors and entered UKM.
In the morning, my mother used to make roti canai for breakfast. She had to put the oil bottle next to the wood fire to melt the oil as at night which was so cold, it turned solid. My father used to sit at the table with the radio on listening to nasyid songs as the dawn break. So many memories making me melancholic.
Nowadays, after some 50 years the climate has changed drastically. Even now I was sitting in my room waiting for the dusk prayer, with the aircond turned on fully blast.. It was still warm. There was no rains within this 3 weeks and even there was rain once, it did not take away the heat.
How I missed the house I was brought up in Pahang.. And how I missed the morning routine with my mom cooking breakfast and my dad listening to radio.. And how I missed the old good times..
Al Fatihah to all my loved ones.. My mom. My dad, my sister..
Wut
