KRIUK ... KRIUK

 Assalamualaikum


Just feeling like rambling again today. Anyway, who reads blog these days. Everyone has moved to Instagrams, TikTok .. less text to read. Only viewing and listening. I wonder whether it has any cognitive effect. Well .. time flies, the world has changed. It changed from the first day I started blogging, left the blog unattended and writing it again today.

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Kriuk ... kriuk

What could it be? By writing and reading, it creates one's own imagination. And it opens up to diverse interpretation. That's the beauty of writing and reading.

My version of kriuk, kriuk is the symbolical sound of the joints in my physical body. Yes, I started to feel the tense in all the joints. 

My rukuk, my sujood, my raise to i'tidal is never the same again. 

It's a proof of the ages that I have passed. Not knowing how many more do I have.

How hard I tried to stay fit and healthy, but Allah's design is beyond. In each of the happenings and creation is a sign for us to think. Yes, us. As the 'ulu-al-bab', we observe the sign not only with eyes, not only sighing for the pain, but to look back and forward. Look back as an ibrah - remembrance of the healthy days that we have enjoyed, how much of it have we spend it to a good cause? Look forward, on how we should take better care of ourself, look forward on the days that are now numbered. How we planned to fill the days? What good deeds do we plan to accomplish?

I can go on, and on, blabbing my way. But let's give a full stop for now. ✌


Ciao!


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