You Are Here No More

In a mosque. After mass Zohor prayer. Heat. Sweat. Air blew from the revolving blades of fans above. Crowds murmuring their words. A wooden coffin covered with prayer mats placed at one corner of the prayer hall. A tall stranger patted my shoulder.

"Adik, jenazah lelaki ke perempuan tu?"

"Lelaki."

"Oh."

"Ayah saya."

"..."

Selamat Hari Raya y'all.

Cockroaches

When Malaysian male celebrities chose to be religious, people call them ‘ustaz’. When freed prisoners turned out being seekers of light in spiritual road, people still call them sinners.