the.test

while my thoughts were wandering aimlessly into oblivion,
at the corner of my eye, i saw a figure walking in my direction.

initially, i could only make out her silhouette.
i couldn't see her eyes.
yet, i feel them transfixed on me.

step by step, slowly, she moved. in rhythm with the gentle breeze that passed by.

a scant non-worded whisper told me to be ready.
somehow, i knew that the figure was walking at me. towards me.

even though her path was along my path which im on.
even though she could just be heading towards the bustop.

its an old lady. a tudung-clad one.
she spoke to me. i listened to her woes a few hours earlier.
her face was tinted with a smile all the while.
she wanted money. i couldn't find it inside in a perhaps already too-cold, too apathetic consciousness to give. the bus came. i took my leave, leaving her as she was, just like that.

perhaps, i found her story suspicious. perhaps, thats why my heart was never opened to give in the first place.

but she could be telling me the truth. aah, but it does not matter now, does it?

the point of contention is, i was tested.

could that have been a creation of God just for that particular moment to test my character. but He should already know. why would He wanna test me still?

urgh.

Khairi... Khairi...

u failed the test.

:(