Indescribable Feelings

Years after years I have been waiting for this precious moment, which is to reunite  with my long-lost friend, Syafiq, but, today I ponder again whether it is really worthy for me to meet him or not.

When I was 11, my mum sent me to a religious class at a mosque. That was the place where I first met Syafiq. Amazingly, within a week of knowing each other, we became best friends. In the class, he was never reluctant to help me and, he was kind and affable. But, I never understood why our classmates always discriminated against him. However, I wasn’t bothered about my classmates’ attitude towards him as long as I was happy to have such a great friend.

Jubilant moments are never incessant. It was my brother who caused us to be separated. Since my brother’s examination results dropped badly, my mum stopped us from studying there (or she actually might have other reasons, which she hid them from us but that I didn’t know).

Since then, I never met my best friend again but a few times I heard about him from other friends. I did my best to search for him but I failed miserably.

Every day I prayed to meet him. Everyday I imagined meeting him. Everyday I imagined I can experience our precious moments being together again and again. Everyday I missed him.

Nearly 8 years I have been looking for him and at first I felt ineffably euphoric. But, now, he is not as the one who I met in the past 8 years – 8 years ago, and to be more precise, actually, I didn’t really knew who he is. I was too blind to see him as a person. Yeah, he was always great in my eyes as our short meeting never revealed his true colours, which was the reason of the discrimination.

This Syafiq is not the one I have been waiting for. But, who was  the one that I prayed to meet? Does my Syafiq exist?