After five months of longing and anticipation, I finally got my keys. I leapt at the chance of moving out all my things from the rented room to the spacious new house. I would hear no reason of delaying the shifting date.
On the day I received the keys, I scrubbed, and cleaned, wiped and mopped the tiles, the floors, the skirting, the windows and glass panels. Little did I know however, that the house was infested with termites. As I bent down on all fours to scrub the wooden bedside cupboard, I noticed a big hole on its right. As I mopped the parquet on my tiles, little holes appeared at almost every square inch. The last straw was when I went to the study room to move the furniture. The moment the parquet vibrated, all the little, minute creatures came scrambling out of its deep, dark den!
My hair stood on its end as the little pests came out continuously in armies! Just like the cartoon! All the while, my heart was screaming, “Damn! Damn! Damn! Why did I ever bought this house?” The tiles are dirty, the book racks are spoilt, the drawer is broken, the lights are dim, there is no fan… “ the list was endless.
By mid-day, I discovered an additional point. At 6am, 1pm, 4pm, 7pm and 9pm daily, the nearby mosque would be airing its sermons and prayers, using the loud speaker. Personally, I don’t mind listening to those soothing Quranic verses. But, when a person starts telling its citizens through the loud speaker on how to behave, on how to treat your parents with more respect, on the importance of giving ‘zakat’, I start feeling so guilty because I am a sinful person.
At the end of the day, I was so angry with myself that I sat down and cried at the cleanest corner of the house. I was immensely depressed. For days I drowned in my own sorrows. I had just spent all my savings on a imperfect house (which I deemed to be perfect, initially), and now, it was at a un-ideal environment. What will I do about it?
On the day I received the keys, I scrubbed, and cleaned, wiped and mopped the tiles, the floors, the skirting, the windows and glass panels. Little did I know however, that the house was infested with termites. As I bent down on all fours to scrub the wooden bedside cupboard, I noticed a big hole on its right. As I mopped the parquet on my tiles, little holes appeared at almost every square inch. The last straw was when I went to the study room to move the furniture. The moment the parquet vibrated, all the little, minute creatures came scrambling out of its deep, dark den!
My hair stood on its end as the little pests came out continuously in armies! Just like the cartoon! All the while, my heart was screaming, “Damn! Damn! Damn! Why did I ever bought this house?” The tiles are dirty, the book racks are spoilt, the drawer is broken, the lights are dim, there is no fan… “ the list was endless.
By mid-day, I discovered an additional point. At 6am, 1pm, 4pm, 7pm and 9pm daily, the nearby mosque would be airing its sermons and prayers, using the loud speaker. Personally, I don’t mind listening to those soothing Quranic verses. But, when a person starts telling its citizens through the loud speaker on how to behave, on how to treat your parents with more respect, on the importance of giving ‘zakat’, I start feeling so guilty because I am a sinful person.
At the end of the day, I was so angry with myself that I sat down and cried at the cleanest corner of the house. I was immensely depressed. For days I drowned in my own sorrows. I had just spent all my savings on a imperfect house (which I deemed to be perfect, initially), and now, it was at a un-ideal environment. What will I do about it?
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