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Food and Gratitude

Today I woke up late since I have no class and I slept kinda late last night surfing the internet. Since I was really blurred and sleepy, I sat at the sofa doing nothing (reading the latest issue of Bleach actually). The empty stomach of mine asked me to fill it with something to eat. It was already 2:00 pm, but I am toooooooo lazy to cook for lunch.

The reason? Night arrived early during winter; it will be dark outside by 4:30 pm, and we usually eat for dinner at 5-6 pm So usually we 'push' our lunch to become dinner (but not dinner to supper). Breakfast sometimes become lunch.

At first I thought to just order food from (eventhough I had little money left). I almost cried (manga style T.T ) when I think about foods and my money. When I take a look at my refrigerator, suddenly I got an inspiration to make a simple breakfast (or lunch? I don't know). I said to myself that "at least I won't die of hunger *desperate smile* ". Then, I started to cook~ I made a sandwich using two slice of bread, a Boca patty, hash brown, scrambled eggs and mayonnaise. That was my desperate attempt to make something that can fill my stomach: just add anything that seems to fit. I made three of them, each one for me, Irshaad and Khairi.

When I eat it, I felt like want to cry again (no, this is not Yakitate! Japan). It was not because the food is delicious (it is, in fact), but it was because the sandwich really made my stomach full. For the first time ever I felt something like this. Usually I never get full with my own cooking. What can I say? I guess this is the way Allah shows me to be grateful with the foods around me. I don't have to buy food from restaurant :) Even though I am not a good cook like Irshaad and Khairi, I still have the skill to make great and simple food, breakfast especially. Thank you Allah for this great little event that you showed me :)


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