Mumbles. My mumbles. I mumble a lot.

If you were to ask me, "Is there anything the matter?" I would promptly reply "Yes."

But if you were to ask me "What is the matter?" I wouldn't know the answer, just like you.

I wanted to write about something coming sincerely from the heart. Something I hold very close, very dear to me. Yet upon much deliberation, I fear that the consequences of my writings would be very, very extreme. Many would be held into account, and many would bombard me with questions I couldn't comprehend, what more answer. The magnitude would be so immense, I decided to roll it up like a furball, and swallow it like a cat, like I always do.

To not disappoint, here's a dialogue between me and my mother, a couple of days back, in the car, on the way to tarawikh:

Mama: "Muzani? Tak sikat rambut ke?"
Me: " Tak."
Mama: "Apesal?"
Me: "Nanti pakai kopiah jugak. Sama je,"
Mama: " *sigh*. Sikat rambut pun malas,"
Me: *sigh*


And I just celebrated my birthday a couple of weeks back. Haha. Enjoy Ramadhan folks.

Because life's like that.

Never you mind about good deeds. It matters not, that you've done a million and one random acts of kindness in all corners of the world.

Because people are only going to remember that one mistake in your life that you did.

Let's talk about something pretty darn serious. (Being the serious post that this is, I expect no response since the patterns on this blog state that people respond to more humorous posts. Offended, however, I am not.)

Let's talk justice.

(Be advised that this post is nothing but my honest and humble opinion, to which it may vary with yours.)

First and foremost, let it be known that justice is NOT synonymous with equality. I've learnt once, justice: "putting the right things in their rightful places". There's a good a analogy given by a senior official in the Education Ministry on this one, forwarded to the dinner table by my mother.

"Let's put two people on a stage. Let's put up Dato' Sharifah Aini, and say, Sheila Majid. Give them each 3 meters of material to be made into clothes. Whilst Sheila would end up having a nice set of Baju Kurung for herself, Dato' Sharifah would have difficulties having enough materials only for her baju. Now let's give them each 5 meters of material. Dato' Sharifah would find it very comforting to know that she's getting enough material for her Baju Raya this year, and Sheila now has too much material, 2 metres in fact, which is in excess to be put into good use. Giving them what they truly deserve, is justice."

I've also heard something quite similar to this one. Give a child 1 Ringgit, and give a 20-year old man the same amount. Whilst the child could buy the world with his money, in the same amount the 20-year old man could barely feed himself. The amount is the same, the justice is, however, lying on the contrary.

Perhaps we could relate this to what's happening in the country now. Or in our own lives, for that matter.

"Anak kecil main api. Bumi dipijak tanah orang."