We were in the middle of our maghrib prayers when a few gentle knocks were heard at our front door. Whoever was there probably realised that it was not quite the right time to be persistent.
It took quite a while before I was downstairs to switch on the light outside and to open the main door. Instinctively I knew that the visitor would not be standing there. Indeed, no one was within sight. But something was on the floor
Three medium size water melons were staring me in the face.
I understood what this was meant to be. In the past I had had durian, fish, rambutan and so on – an offering, my humble gift . Unwritten was the message, “Thank you Pakcik and Makcik.”
Three water melons just for the two of us!
A few minutes later an sms message arrived, “ Pakcik, I left 3 melons outside your door, Mustapha.”
The boy’s father grows water melons. The likes of that family may not necessarily be people of means, but they do not forget easily what good you do for them.
Thank you, Mustapha, was my reply.
Berkhidmat kerana Tuhan untuk kemanusiaan