Think positive
Maybe it's not so bad after all. Life is full of surprises. =0 (Critical project update, going forward... )
I will always remember Mohammed Khawaja, a man of wonderful elements. An Emirati born Indian, belonging himself to any place or race has never occured to him. In fact, he's more accustomed to remember people by their character and good deeds. Everyone on the campus knows him.
I remember the time when I needed a ride, from getting a haircut at Ross.E to sipping Jamba Juice at the 71st, he would always welcome the company. I started to develop the habit of reading when we visited bookstores together. He'd always recommend beautiful masterpieces from various authors and any DVDs associated with them. Almost none of the medium we encountered were entirely out of his reach. He would usually know something about it, even as little. Touched by the kindness, I have always wanted to offer ride and recommend books and mediums today, but of course, everyone in Klang valley here has a car, and I don't have a wide experience about good mediums to begin with.
Khawaja has his interest in people. He greets you as if he hasn't seen you in a very long time. He smiles as if the world would stop without it. The man speaks flawless English, fabulous Urdu, and some Arabic. Every now and then, he wanted to learn Malay, so we taught him, "Saya tidak pandai berbahasa." Most of the time, we ended up teasing Ismail the Indonesian comic; "Pak Ismail orang gilak!" I took the opportunity to learn some Urdu words and popular phrases, but then again, the day just turned into asking Hamed, a friend from Oman, "Hamed. Let's drink Bebbsii".
Khawaja, if you're reading this... what the heck are you doing online?? I thought you'd rather spend time at Borders. LOL. But of course, you can do vatewer you vant, ven do you vant.
College days were so wonderful. I can't believe it's over now (realizing this a little too late, isn't it?) Yesterday is millions of miles away. But the memory remains.
I will always remember Mohammed Khawaja, a man of wonderful elements. An Emirati born Indian, belonging himself to any place or race has never occured to him. In fact, he's more accustomed to remember people by their character and good deeds. Everyone on the campus knows him.
I remember the time when I needed a ride, from getting a haircut at Ross.E to sipping Jamba Juice at the 71st, he would always welcome the company. I started to develop the habit of reading when we visited bookstores together. He'd always recommend beautiful masterpieces from various authors and any DVDs associated with them. Almost none of the medium we encountered were entirely out of his reach. He would usually know something about it, even as little. Touched by the kindness, I have always wanted to offer ride and recommend books and mediums today, but of course, everyone in Klang valley here has a car, and I don't have a wide experience about good mediums to begin with.
Khawaja has his interest in people. He greets you as if he hasn't seen you in a very long time. He smiles as if the world would stop without it. The man speaks flawless English, fabulous Urdu, and some Arabic. Every now and then, he wanted to learn Malay, so we taught him, "Saya tidak pandai berbahasa." Most of the time, we ended up teasing Ismail the Indonesian comic; "Pak Ismail orang gilak!" I took the opportunity to learn some Urdu words and popular phrases, but then again, the day just turned into asking Hamed, a friend from Oman, "Hamed. Let's drink Bebbsii".
Khawaja, if you're reading this... what the heck are you doing online?? I thought you'd rather spend time at Borders. LOL. But of course, you can do vatewer you vant, ven do you vant.
College days were so wonderful. I can't believe it's over now (realizing this a little too late, isn't it?) Yesterday is millions of miles away. But the memory remains.
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