Glad to Meet Them (“Meet My Family” Part 2)

After having dinner with him, his mother, his younger brother and sister, they suggested us to stay at their home that night, and go back to JB early in the next morning. For me, that invitation is a gift. 

I am touched, with the friendly conversations I had with his mother and younger sister.

I am touched when his sister prepared her bed for me to sleep.

I am touched when his sister prepared the space in her room for me to perform my prayer and she put a carpet for me too. I am touched when I knew he was the one who brought the carpet.

I am touched when he told me, his mother likes me.

I am touched when his mother and his sister worry about my sahur (eating before the sunrise for fasting). Then we went to a restaurant to buy and bring the food home.

I am touched when his sister enjoyed sharing a lot of stories before we slept. I slept off, she talked to herself for few minutes, I believe.

I am touched when he woke me up for sahur at 4.30.

It was blackout, no electricity. I am touched when he burnt a candle for me to eat. And I am more touched when I knew; his father was the one who asked him to give me the candle.

I am touched when his mother were leaving to the church, she not only shake my hands but also hugged me. Her motherly ‘goodbye’ in her beautiful royal blue dress made my morning so meaningful.

I am touched when his sister asked me, “did you wake up for your sahur?”, “did you have space to perform your early morning prayer?”. She slept on the floor. I am touched because she gave her best for me, I knew she was sleepy.

I am touched to see his father wave his hand to me when we were leaving. 

I am glad to know his family. Knowing his family makes me know him more too. I like his family. And I like him. I am glad to meet them.