Iza was one of my three closest friends back in Malaysia. I met her in early 80's when I joined Seagate. She got married and moved to New Zealand three years after I came here. Three years ago they moved to Australia.
All this time we keep in touch by phone calls and emails, but mostly by emails.
Soemetimes, we don't hear from each other for months, but we know we are always on the same page, on the same wavelength.
"This year I'm going home for Hari Raya," she e-mailed me.
"So am I," I e-mailed her back.
Her plane landed at Changi Airport on Wednesday. She must be home with her family in Bayan Baru by now.
It has been twelve years since we saw each other. All these times I never sent her my pictures and neither did she. Physically we must have changed, but she is still Iza I remember 12 years ago. I can't wait to see you, Iza.
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And I found a fine reading here, especially the last two paragraphs
Pak Idrus,
If it is I'm more than grateful to experience it. Thank you for your warm wish. Have you gotten your baju raya yet?
Posted by: anasalwa | October 14, 2006 at 06:28 AM
Ana, events like this do not just happen. I believe The Lord is happy with you and it is a sort of a reward for been Good and delivering goodness. Enjoy yourself and Have a great Balik Kampong. take care.
Posted by: Pak Idrus | October 14, 2006 at 03:54 AM