The Liliput Castle

Can I name it that way? ahaha. I know it sounds weird but I think it just fits. :D

Yep, that was a Puri Kurcaci aka Liliput Castle I used to live for one year last time. It has been long time. We could say it hisashi burii, but I beat you, I still remember everything about it very well, very clear. Really. Even that room A 302. The beloved one, home sweet home.

The place I spent my lovely and hard days. I'd been through may kind of situation in that whole year. What a fulled experience in life I've ever had. Thankful to Allah for giving me such priceless opportunity to live in another part and totally different world. I would ever forget it. I even wanna repeat such kind of life, hope I am given a chance to go back there. Insha Allah.




Yep, the Castle who kept me safe and comfortable for that one year. One year in every difference, one year in every sadness, happiness, laughing, stupidity, sincerity, beautiful friendship, togetherness, and many more. How blessed I am for those all I ever got while I was living there. Minna, natsukashii yo. Mata au ne, insha Allah. :)

On that winter night

Fukui, one night, in 2007


I've just finished my translating paper and prepared to leave. It was around 8 pm, I was alone in lab. other students had left earlier than me. I took my ransel and walked down-stairs. Oh yes, my lab is on third floor. I met a campus security with light-stick on his hand and I just bowed a little. I wore my scarf cover my mouth and nose since it was very cold lately in January. I tried to walk faster so I could get home, get some hot-soup, warm blanket. Ugh. I kept walking. I could'nt ride my bike because snow was getting thick and the gear got slip away. It's dangerous to ride bike in such condition. That is why many people left their bike in serious winter.

When I almost got home before the last turn, I saw her! Again, tonight. Her? Yep. Last night and also other nights before she always come to this place and so does tonight. She came and feed the cat... what a kind woman. Even in this kind of weather,in such cold night, when everyone prefer to stay in their house and enjoy the warmness from the heater, she came by and feeding the cat. For tha sake of the cat. Masya Allah. I felt ashame for myself.

(to be continued)

Dedicated to me, myself

This is how you live your life, see and tell them as your life journal.