Sadyah

Saturday, the 2nd day, found me in the National Mosque. Nakakalula - ang kintab, ang gara. All of a sudden, nagka-epiphany ako! Kaya pala it must be KL kasi I have to be here - inside this mosque, after a certain datu, the overseer of the mosque in Quiapo, refused me entry and reprimanded the guard for letting me in the vicinity without the ‘talukbong’ (veil).

   The Imam, with a Ph.D., gave me a copy of the Koran and many brochures that will help me in my understanding of Islam and Muslim for my novel.

When I was about to leave, the lady guard asked if I’m a Vietnamese (Asian Malay talaga beauty ko). When I replied "Filipina," she spoke to me in fluent Tagalog. Nakakaloka. Never been in Pinas daw but her hubby has a lot of Filipino workers (!) so there, she got to learn Tagalog!

I went back to Chinatown for more shopping.

Then stayed at Starbucks with KH’s "A Thousand Splendid Suns." And I met a new friend, a French-Canadian based in Bangkok. We had dinner in Bukit Bintang’s street.

The next day, we went to Little India and had a sumptuous lunch of the best of Indian’s meals. Kainis, wala na ‘kong enough dollar or ringgit. mas mahal dito kaysa Chinatown. And daming magagandang Indian dress. Feel ko sana. Anyway, my new friend bought me a beautiful yellow scarf for souvenir and accompany me to the bus station.

It was raining hard on the way to the airport. Thanks to my Angel, the flight back home was smooth.

Unpacking in Manila, I discovered I forgot to turn-over the key of my Number 8 room. Oh well, might be a sign that I’ll be back there soon.

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