Muslim friends.

It's become a habitual thing to meet my Muslim clique twice a year since Rahil left for Perth a few years back. Sometimes we really go all silent but somehow I just never get sick of their company.I believe that is because we don't meet so often so we cherish the time we spend together every time we meet. In all honesty, like any other time I was dragging my feet there just now as I have been so lazy these days I hardly want to meet anyone. But each time without fail I'm proven that my efforts to meet are not in vain. They asked about my life and naturally I harpedon how demoralised I had been lately. They secretly got me a graduation bear which they claimed is charmed to bless me with a good job soon. This was the very auntie moment whereby I complained that they spent unnecessarily but deep down I was very touched they so wanted to spur me on. Our time together ended with Salih's wise words, "Next year marks the year we have known one another half our lives." It occurred to me that, it's true, at the age of thirteen when we first met, who would have thought that those people are going to be the ones still by your side ten to twenty years later?

While we all know change is constant, maybe some things don't change.
I mean, maybe.