The Trip To The Museum

Hari Ahad, kami lepak di Muzium Negara. Muzium dah banyak berubah, nicer now. Classier, even. I remembered the museum being a huge place as a child, and scary even. Especially the huge burung garuda they had then. But I suppose as a child everything looked big.

But what I wanted to write about is not the museum itself, but what happened just before I entered.

Masa nak masuk entrance tu (I keep calling the building the stadium instead of museum. Kuat dan banyak kali pulak tu. Cheh), ada sekumpulan wanita Arab (aku rasa), berjubah dan berpurdah. Elok dan cantik sangat aku tengok. Depa tengah duduk dekat entrance tu, berborak-borak dengan seorang lelaki mat salleh ni. Kami berempat masuk, berhenti kejap kat depan kedai cenderamata tu.

Terdengar seorang wanita memberi salam.

Assalamualaikum sister.

(Aku pun pusing) Waalaikumussalam.

Are you muslim?

(Duhh hahaha) Yes.

Dilagakan pipinya dengan pipi aku. Sambil tu dia tarik lengan baju aku turun. Hahaha. Keluar toilet tadi, aku sinsing lengan baju aku ke siku. Bila dipanjangkan lengan baju, masih tak tutup lengan aku sepenuhnya. Kira-kira 7/8 covered, just above the wrists. She gestured at her jubbah and said something like this is good, u need to cover your arms or something to that effect. Syukurlah I was wearing a loose fitting skirt or else she would have pointed at my huge ass.

I wasn’t offended. Haha. Who am I kidding.  I don’t get offended easily.

Then she looked at Emma who was wearing her tudung, bless her heart.

This is very good. Alhamdulillah.

Dicium-ciumnya pipi si Emma.

Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah. (Carries Aisha) Girl or boy?

Girl. (Smile. Aisha of course tak pakai tudung)

Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah.

We smiled, and each went our ways.

Kadang-kadang, we need gentle reminders such as these.

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Gahhhh. Most my tops have 3/4 sleeves!