Letter to Julia 20120307

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Y'know Julia, I really miss hummingbirds. When I was living in my humble apartment in Tempe, Arizona, I would have a little hummingbird feeder hanging over my porch. Whenever I went out and saw a little bird partaking of the red sugar water outside my house, I would think to myself, "This is going to be a nice day". There's no logic to such thought of course, because Allah was the one who made the birds come and go. My heart felt some happiness when I saw them, and you might guess that that little happiness can make a whole day. Hey, any bit of joy is better than none at all. The hummingbirds usually appear from fall to spring, but there are a few birds that stick around all year, probably because of all the hummingbird feeders. One spring, a bird built its nest in the tree overlooking my apartment. Oh, joy! I had some photos of the pretty little bird in its pretty little nest, but I lost them when I moved out. However, the little nest drove some girl downstairs insane, and one strange day, she destroyed the nest and the branch it was on.

There aren't any hummingbirds here in Malaysia. But that's OK, because I don't live day to day, because it's all the same old day anyway. And happiness is when Allah allows me a glimpse of the perfect feeling. And I love the countryside, I'm so glad to be out of the city. During the sunset, I thought I saw a hummingbird flitting about the cashew blossoms. But it was smaller, but it had the same bill, the wings flapped the same... could it be? No, it was a moth. Allah blot out the hummingbird and replaced it with a moth.