Out in the distance I saw this old lady walking carefully, bare feet, on the slippery pathways of Kg. Ayer, walking along oblivious to my presence with her face hidden in her relatively huge umbrella. This small, old lady was heading to a Surau or Prayer Hall which I just passed a couple of metres behind me. We were about to reach an intersection at which point, 3 young lads were just coming home from a futsal game. She immediately stopped, which I thought was peculiar.
Turns out she was letting the three young lads pass beside her. I figured I didn’t wanna keep her waiting there, so I immediately stepped aside to the intersection where the kids came from to let her through.
At that point, it was kind of humbling to see this little old, frail lady was performing her duty as a Muslim, and even made the effort to go for prayers at the Surau in the rain. I snapped a couple of pictures of that moment, to remind me of her.
Before setting off, I eyed her, just to make sure she reaches the sheltered pathway to the surau, so as to get her feet out of the slippery area.
Man she reminds me of my grandma way too much.