The Trees That Have Spoken

There’s two rambutan trees that grew few years back, and now bore fruits. One produced a sour tasted rambutan, and the other’s is sweet and ‘lekang’ (easy to eat, separated easily). Mak had been buzzing for days, talking about making rambutan jams from the sour rambutans, and giving to neighbours to taste the sweet ones. And I, as the only capable one inside the house to do hard labour, unwillingly took the job.

It was not easy as it seemed,though. With leafless twigs spawned everywhere, it made the harvesting process tedious. And since it is the second time both trees bore fruits, and grew independently without proper nurture, the fruits scattered everywhere, not like the typical one which spawned in clusters of 10 or more.And when the gathering was succeeded, the fruits came down and stuck between the twigs  Frustrations building up, plus the strain of the neck.

The temper boiled up and finally I was smashing the galah to the twigs. Bloody hell, why don’t you grew as the normal tree. The rambutan trees became a scapegoat of frustration. Mak came out to collect the rambutans, when she was I was smash-happy at the trees. “Sudahla, nak buat macam mana, dah dia nak tumbuh macam tu”, as ever, she offered calming words. So I sat for a while, lit up a Dun for a calming fix.

It came,unwillingly and in a timely suited manner. I was staring at both trees when suddenly the big pictures slapped to my face. It was, just like my life, the trees. The twigs resembled those hard and thorny obstacles I am facing day in & day out. My life is not a stroll in the park, from the day Bapak passed away till date. And me, kept on throwing temper antics when bad things kept slapping my face. It was out of frustration and anger, that I did those things. Too frustrated of how my life was served. Cold and hard.

Then, suddenly, teardrops trickled down. It’s like ALLAH is speaking direct to me. I was ever wondering of whether I am lucky enough to experience miracles before my own eyes. And it did. It came when the heart desired comfort more than ever.

As twilight crept into space, the prayer calling broke the silence. It’s time to pay respect. I pulled the galah, which still sturdy after the smashing, leaned it against the rambutan tree. There’s always another time, just like life. When life strucked hard, take time to sit down and ponder what has been given, not of how many things we could not reach at the time. ALLAH’s blessings is as ever, timely and certain. All we have to do, is to be accepting of what and which that is given.

Don’t be sad, as the world is not worth lamenting.