“I’ve been looking for you..”

The topic for Daily Post, WordPress.com :You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?

What is it about the rain?

The refreshing smell of water falling from sky to the earth. The drops. One sound after the other. Like the hypnotic sounds of life; celebrating.

I put my feet on the chair beside me as I sat and gazed the view of the sidewalk from the lonely cafe. Serenity. I smiled.


I looked up. Wow. My first reaction must had been vivid because the man smiled knowingly and flashed the brightest smile ever. I shook my head from the flush I felt rising to my cheeks and quickly put down my feet.

” Waalaikumsalam..”. Still dazed, and still looking up to the standing stranger, I chided myself. What am I doing? Usually I just ignore strangers, or just raise one of my eyebrow with an icy stare.

” Cik… ?”

” Nur Lisa..”. At that moment, I felt like slapping my face. It was like I was under a spell.

He smiled. Calmly, he sat down beside me. Now both of us, not facing each other but looking at the open space in the rain.

“I’ve been looking for you..” The words came easily, not hurriedly. It was like he said ” What a beautiful weather it is..”

“Who are you?” . One sane moment I managed to ask, despite the fact that at the very moment he sat down, I felt I had known him my whole life.

“You know who I am.”

Still not looking at me, still calm. He looked up towards the rain then towards me.

Pure and angelic, he might as well had wings. I looked entranced.

Yes, I knew him. Deep down I knew.

“Do you know why I am here?” I blinked. Almost as though he looked into my eyes and into my soul.

I looked down, and then looked away again.

” Something about what I want?”  I whispered almost too softly.

He nodded.

” The prayers you make everyday. Don’t give up.  He is Most Listening and Most Caring”

“Allah had bestowed you the blessings and when He withheld, He is Most Knowing when it is good for you not to have it and give an even better thing..

“Sometimes it’s easier to see what we have not but actually we have more than most of us..”

I did’nt realized I sat back and put my feet up again as he did when he started talking.

” Be thankful. Be strong. This world is not meant to be Paradise. That comes after all this hard work.”

” After the rain, comes the rainbow..” It came out as though it was meant to be. From my own lips.

This time, without turning, i felt his smile. ” Subhanallah, Alhamdulillah, Lailahaillah, Allahuakhbar”.

” It’s time for me to go..” He decided as the rain subsided. Gentle hail became drops.

“You came with the rain..”. I said in wonderment.

With the that final smile, he got up and went away. That man in white seems to have vanished in the distance.

The peace and serenity state he left me with lingered as i closed my eyes for awhile.

” Thank you, Allah for sending me Hope..”

Rizqy from the rain.




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#8 – Nobody Knows Us Here

Daily Prompt : Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.

“Abang Yunus?”

” Yes, my pretty little sister, Aisyah?” enquired the boy, although nervous and frightened himself, tried to compliment his sister to make her forget where they are.

” Why are we running away?” asked the little girl, maybe just a year younger than her brother. Face smudged, clothes soiled from sitting on the pavement. The rain did not help much. Both of them were soaked and splashed by a car that zoomed past a muddy puddle.

The boy let out a loud sigh. His eyes flickered by the Barbie doll his sister is holding close to her heart.

” Just for fun. You must not ask too much question,ok?”. The girl nodded. Her brother smiled. ” Let Abang see your Barbie..” the boy opens up his palms towards his sister and encloses the doll slowly.

” Wow, very pretty. It looks like you. Long beautiful hair. Nice smile..what will you name her?”

” Baity..” his sister shyly smiled. The boy was suddenly silent of the resonance of the name.

Suddenly, loud shout from the end of the tunnel heard. ” There they are!!”

“Quick, Aisyah..run!!”. They started to run as mightily as they can, as though as the Devil is chasing.

“Stop, you thief!!”…faintly heard over the commotion of the rain and traffic. Both of them sped past a few shophouses and come to a clearing. They quickly headed towards the dumpster, sprinting towards an old, rusty car abandoned as others junks are.

Both abruptly sat down to catch their breaths. Panting, for a few minutes.

” Abang Yunus…”

” Yes..my..pretty..sister..” Breathlessness holds him back from replying clearly.

” Is he gone? Don’t let him take away my Baity. You said you bought it for me.” Lips put together sulkily, somehow made the situation worse.

” Yes, Baity can stay.” The boy decided to just hid the truth.” Don’t worry, nobody knows us here…they can’t take away your Baity..”

A grin lights up the girls face, and she hugs her brother.

” I love you too, my pretty little sister. This place is our Baity now. This place is our home..”. His sister looked up to him from her hug, for at a moment trying to comprehend his meaning.

She smiles. She turns to her doll. ” Hello, Baity Barbie. Welcome to out Baity, our home..”. Both chuckled, for a moment forgetting the harsh reality of days to come.

*Abang – Malay word for’ brother’

* Baity – Arabic word for ‘home’

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