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Prayers

 I was born a Buddhist, as so was my father. He is much more devout to its beliefs than I am, and thus he urges me to practice Buddhism, in the form of saying prayers every night.

When it comes to Buddhist prayers, the act is called 'puja', which is a word originating from Sanskrit. As you can likely infer, the verses are also commonly in Sanskrit as well. I've never been a good learner when it comes to foreign languages, and I never went through the process of learning to understand the actual meanings of the words in the verses. When I read the Sanskrit words off the book, I'm more so making noises than I am praying.

It may seem, that as a result, I don't like praying, and I don't often pray.

My father says that I am simply doing it wrong, that while I am mouthing foreign words, I should be thinking of their actual meanings, to believe in the power of the Buddha, the Dhamma, and the Sangha, that they will protect me and my loved ones, their virtues which I should follow, my own faults and purity...

While the words may be different, it's their meaning that matters.

Except I've never accepted their meanings either.

I cannot accept the presence of a higher power when there remains suffering in the world. To believe that gods and deities will help those who pray is to be blind and ignorant; it is to believe that the poor and the sick aren't spending every second of their life praying. If prayers really connect us to a higher power, then those we pray to are clearly apathetic at best.

Yet why do humans pray, when it is so illogical? Because it provides hope, that even in a harsh world, there is someone out there looking out for you, who will help you if you just ask; it is like a parent who will always be there for you. When you're in pain, you pray, as there is nothing else you can do; and the belief it will become better. You sell yourself a dream of a better tomorrow. To put it harshly, it is a fairytale not unlike those you would tell your toddler so they can sleep well tonight.

I find this difficult, as I have had the practice of daily praying before, yet it did nothing when my life continued to spiral downwards. The world does not change because of a few words you tell yourself. 

Hence I cannot believe in gods and deities, but that is not to say I dislike fairytales.

I do not pray to deities, the Triple Gem, or a god, but I am far from a realist for doing so. I am still a kid filled with ideals and dreams: that one day I can live a life pursuing only art, unbounded by concerns of money; that my quirks and oddities will be fully accepted by someone else; that miracles can happen, so the world is a better place; that miracles can happen in my favour as well; that even the dreams that my parents call impossible can be attained; that one day I can just be me, and that would be enough.

Even when told that this future is unattainable, I still dream of it every day and night, holding on to the hope that I can be happy with my life one day. Honestly, this is what keeps me going through another day.

Now think about it though, is this not what a prayer is? Those who pray believe god will help them, and even if god never shows up, the hope pushes them through another day. After all, you need to live life to get to the better parts, so when it gets tough, you do what you can to armor through it. And so we dream, which is honestly a wonderful trait of humans: to be able to find light and power when there is none; we use our imagination to come up with what does not exist, yet believe it so strongly it can push us to make it a reality.

So while it may not sound like praying, yes, I do pray. The words are simply different.

Peak of Success

“Congratulations, Aaron.”
Aaron said a soft “Thanks,” and gave a small bow. She then walked towards her mother standing three metres away, booklet now in hand. Aaron then took a deep breath, trying to conceal her trembling, then opened the booklet.
Of course, there was a line of ‘A’s.
Aaron felt a huge sense of relief. She then looked up at her mother, who smiled back at her.
“See?” She said, “I told you, as long as you push yourself, you will succeed.”
“Of course, mum. I’ve always listened to you.” Aaron replied.
“However, you still have to continue working hard to do well later on. Remember, your life is only beginning.”
“Hey Aaron! What did you get?” Felicia called out from nearby.
Aaron turned around to see her friend running joyfully towards her.
“I think I did pretty well,” Felicia said, showing Aaron her results booklet. Her booklet displayed a few ‘B’s and a ‘C’. 
“Let me see… 90 RP! As expected from the top student!” Felicia laughed, then gave Aaron a tight hug.
“I’m just joking, Aaron. I knew you could do it! Anyways, we gotta celebrate! You’re joining the karaoke too, right?” Felicia asks, putting her hands on Aaron’s shoulders. Aaron looked back at her mother for approval.
“Just don’t go too long.” Her mother responds.
Aaron half-jogs to her classmates, who all congratulated her as she approached them.
“Hey! I bet you got 90 RP, right? Congrats, Aaron!”
“I knew you could do it, Aaron!”
“Well done, Aaron!”
“Aaron!”
“Aaron!”
“Aaron!”

“Director Aaron, Director, wake up!”
Aaron jolted awake amidst her stacks of files atop her table. She looked around her office and recognised the individual shaking her as Doctor Smith. She also recognised that the time was approaching 9 p.m.
“Hello, John. How long was I out?” She asked as she massaged her temple.
“I’m not sure, and I’m not sure if you can be paid for overtime if you’re also sleeping on the job.” John Smith laughed at his attempt at a joke. “I just needed to put this on your table, but it seems you already have a lot on your plate, or in this case, your table.”
“Just put it on the pile,” Aaron instructed, beginning to pack up. “It’s probably updates on the recent few Alzheimer’s cases, I’ll look over them when I get back. Hopefully, they’re good news.”
“I hope so too. I can’t imagine what those patients or their families are going through. Imagine your parents slowly forgetting everything until there’s nothing left? Or worse, imagine that happening to you! Would you even know what’s going on as your brain deteriorates over time? You could lose so much of yourself without realising it. It’s scary to even imagine.”
“I don’t think about these questions,” Aaron replies curtly, “I try not to get invested in my patients.”
As Aaron began to make her way out, John fell silent for a while but followed her outside. Before Aaron left the hospital, John asked her: “Please don’t feel offended, but may I ask: What inspired you to become a doctor?”
Aaron looked back at him. After a moment of silence, she answered: “It’s the right thing to do, isn’t it?”
John frowned at her answer. “I supposed so.” He said in reply. “Is that it? Is there-”
“Goodbye John.”
After nearly an hour of commute, Aaron got to open her front door. She was greeted by an old woman yelling at her.
“Why were you out so long, young lady? Where were you? I’ve been waiting for you for hours! You’re off at pubs again aren’t you?”
“I wasn’t. There had been an influx of patients lately so I was caught up at work.”
“Don’t give me excuses! Don’t you know how long I’ve waited for you? You want me to worry for you?”
“I’m sorry, mum. You really don’t need to.” Aaron apologised. “I bought some kuih just now, I know they’re your favourite.”
“What good are gifts when my daughter doesn’t even listen to me? Also, I’ve already eaten.”
“I’m really sorry, I’ll remember to do better next time, I promise. I’ll just leave these in the refrigerator so you can have them later.”
“You always say that,” Aaron’s mother gave a huff. “Fine then. Actually, I can still have a bit.”
“Then I’ll put some of them out for you,” Aaron said as she plated the dessert in front of her mother, who began munching down on them.
“You know, it’s not that I want to scold you, I just want you to do better, and you know it’s been lonely for me ever since… You know, he left us.”
“Don’t worry, mum, I’m here now, right?”
“But you always spend so long away from home!” She cries out into her hands.
“You have to understand, mum. I’ve told you as a medical director, there’s always a mountain of work I need to handle, and more people that need me to attend to them. I’m doing what I can-”
“What about your husband? I haven’t seen or even heard from him in a while.”
“He left for America for a while, mum.”
“Let me guess, it’s for work again as well for him, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I haven’t talked to him in a while as well, what with the timezone and all. He’s likely busy right now.”
The old woman took a loud sigh. “I knew he wasn’t ever suitable, but your father insisted… Both of you should have listened to me.”
“Mum…”
“But no, you listened to your dad instead, now you reap what you sow…”
“Please…”
“You should have tried harder in your extra-curriculars, then you would have been able to get the scholarship and work abroad…”
“Mum, I’m really tired-”
“Oh, is that it now?” Aaron’s mother shot up from her chair. “You’re tired of me now? After everything I’ve done?”
“That’s not what I’m saying at all!” Aaron replied in shock, trying to diminish her volume. “I’m just a little tired today, that’s all.”
“Don’t you lie to me, Aaron,” She pointed her finger at Aaron’s nose. “I know you well. You’re tired of living like this, you’re tired of working so much, you’re tired of me lecturing you everyday. Well, I’m tired too! You used to be a good girl, you used to have potential! You could have succeeded if you pushed harder!”
“I’m already trying my best! I’ve always done my best-”
“It’s not enough, Aaron! Now, you have fallen.”
Aaron’s mother continued, but her words could hardly reach her anymore. Aaron’s body stood there, but her mind was elsewhere. Maybe she’s right, she thought, I’ve been too weak. I should do better. I’m not doing enough at all.
I should just push harder.
Aaron awoke to a loud thud, her arms were outreached, the wall opposite her had a red stain, and her mother was on the ground.
It took almost a minute for Aaron to realise what she had done.
Aaron let out a shriek in terror, her mind quickly became a blur. She tried shaking her up, to no avail. She dialled emergency services and was able to provide the dispatch with her name and address in between her stammering.
“Mrs Lee, please keep calm, the ambulance is on its way. In the meantime, please cover the wound with a cloth.”
“Of course, thank you.” Aaron stuttered out.
“Now, just a question, do you know who the perpetrator is?”
At the question, Aaron collapsed onto her knees, her phone dropped to her side as her arms went limp. She finally faced the scene in front of her, only for it to be the sole image in her mind.
“Mrs Lee, are you still there?”
“Mrs Lee, Mrs Aaron Lee?”
“Aaron?…”

“Aaron, Aaron! Wake up, or you’re going to be late for school!”
Aaron opened her eyes to her mother smiling at her, her youthful face lit up like a flower by the intruding sunlight. Aaron leapt off her bed and raced her mum down the stairs to the dining table. Aaron greeted her father, who was reading his newspaper while enjoying his coffee, then began gobbling down her breakfast.
“Remember to chew, Aarie,” Aaron’s father commented, looking up from his newspaper. “Are you excited to start school?”
Aaron took a huge swallow before answering: “Yes I am!” like a soldier. “I can’t wait to see Felicia and my new friends again!”
“But remember, you’re not just going to school to play. You must listen to what your teachers.” Aaron’s mother informed her softly while patting her on the head.
“Yes, mummy!”
“Promise to learn well, so you’ll grow up to become a smart girl, okay?” Aaron’s father added.
“I promise!” Aaron answered immediately.
“That’s our good girl.” Her parents began laughing softly.
After Aaron finished her breakfast, she put on her schoolbag. Then, putting on her school shoes, she took her first step on her path towards success.

已读不回

 我曾有个朋友,我们称她小蓝。

在去十一月的高中毕业典礼结束后,同学们全都是分道扬镳。我的闺蜜们中的明绍灵的成绩非常好,早已获得了伦敦大学的奖学金,而我及桂田蜜都决定留在本地,而且根据我们所感兴趣的学科进入了各自的大学。小蓝则因为家庭环境不佳,无法申请小蓝所相望的大学,因此她并没上大学,则时开始了工作。我们闺蜜虽各有各的方向,但我们当时便都下了个承诺,我们必须保持联络,永不分离。

我们微信上开了“闺蜜们”群组,并且每天都一起在群组上聊天。明绍灵早已搬到了英国的亲戚家,并且每天都会发她首次到英国的的照片。我与桂田蜜都会回复叫她带回一些纪念品。但是一个星期后,我短信小蓝似乎不常发信息,我感觉上应是因为她工作忙碌,因此不常看手机吧。

十二月时,明绍灵告诉我们她会在圣诞节前夕回来与我们庆祝圣诞节时,我与桂田蜜感到十分的欢喜。桂田蜜立刻便在群组中发了上千的短信,建议该如何庆祝圣诞节,例如主题乐园、电影院等。明绍灵告诉我们她晚上要与她家人一起吃晚餐,因此只有在中午到下午的时段有空时,桂田蜜才发现她的建议太过花时间了。我便建议说一起去逛街,这样可以在买圣诞节的货品的同时顺便为明绍灵买些礼物。桂田蜜及明绍灵认同这是个好主意,因此我们圣诞节的日程便这么定了。

而这时,我们发现,小蓝并没在群组中说话,我便发了个短信,问她有什么意见。桂田蜜发现后比我更紧张,每两个小时发短信问她能否一起逛街。但是,小蓝并没回复。

到了圣诞节前夕,小蓝的名字旁有的就只是那些双蓝勾。

我与桂田蜜造成便到了超市场,等到了中午,明绍灵才到来。我们一见面便是个拥抱。可是我们完全找不到小蓝的身影。这时,电话的铃声响起,打开微信,发现是小蓝的回复:

“对不起,我无法参与”

桂田蜜看了后立刻吼道:“什么嘛?等了这么久才说自己无法来!”

“别这么生气嘛,我相信她有她的原因。”明绍灵安慰道。

虽少了个人,我们也只好如常地逛街。我们逛街时注意到了一件特别漂亮的连帽衫。它颜色是个闪亮的粉红色,便带有小蓝喜欢的皮卡丘的图案。我们买了下来,为小蓝当作圣诞礼物。桂田蜜不住我们的劝阻,立刻发了连帽衫的照片到群组中,圣诞礼物本就该是个惊喜嘛。她刚发了照片后,短信旁便有了个双蓝勾,但并没回复。

晚上,我便向小蓝发了个短信,问她几时在家。那短信旁再次出现了双蓝勾,但这次在半夜时有了个回复:

“不用了,我不喜欢连帽衫”

明绍灵在一月早已回到了英国,开始了大学的新学年。我与桂田蜜也因为各有各的事情,便少了互相通信,我们都甚至忘了与小蓝的存在,知道我在浏览IG时,我感到了小蓝的照片。她看来早已有了男友,并且搬到了新的组屋。照片中她穿着漂亮的短裙,她男友相当英俊,是个高个子。那些照片中小蓝与她的男友相当快乐,但我看到一个照片时,突然感到了个不好的预感。我注意到小蓝的脖子上有了个红色的印,似乎是个伤痕。我出于担心,便向小蓝发了个私人短信,问她的脖子上的印是什么回事。

那短信旁出现了双蓝勾,小蓝并没回复。

几个月后,我再次浏览IG时,我发现小蓝又发了些与她男友约会的照片。他们仍然是同样的快乐。我发现,小蓝不在穿短裙,则时改穿长裤,以及一件超大的灰色连帽衫。她,穿连帽衫吗?

很快地,一年匆匆忙忙的就这么过了,终于到了高中毕业周年。这天正巧是星期六,因此为了庆祝这一天,仍在比国内的高中同学们都纷纷安排了个排队庆祝,甚至有国外的同学也抽了空回来。小蓝却没回复高中毕业周年庆祝的邀请,到了庆祝当天也没出现。桂田蜜可气坏了,不停地嚷着:“什么闺蜜。。。毕业周年都不记得。。。”

她应是知道的。短信旁有着双蓝勾。

庆祝完了后,我回到了家,向小蓝发了庆祝的照片。我正想睡觉时,突然收到了小蓝的来信:

“林白,能见个面吗”

我震惊了。我立刻回复:

“现在吗?”

“现在”,“哪儿都可以”,“你决定”

连续三个短信,似乎十分冲忙。

“我们以前常去的巴刹如何?”

短信旁出现了个双蓝勾。

二十分种后,我到了巴刹,我仍然没看到小蓝的身影。我再次查了手机,发现小蓝删掉了她的短信,则发了另一个短信:

“我现在无法出来,你还是回家吧。对不起,打扰到你了。”

我看到这短信,感到十分可疑,在好奇心下,我决定必须到她的家,见她一面。我出发前,发了个短信:

“我来你的家,十五分钟后会到。”

我到了她的组屋,站在她的房门前,我的心里充满了困惑,为何她从未告诉过我们她的生活,她的男友,她搬家的事,同时,为什么我们从未亲自来找过她?我赌起了勇气,敲了她的门。

吱呀~

门慢慢的打了开。门没锁吗?

我悄悄地进了屋,突然闻到了个浓厚的血腥味。我被眼前的场景震呆了,屋内的家具到处乱摆,到处鲜红色的血迹及破碎的玻璃,我不禁注意到了地上的一张浸在鲜血中的照片,照片中,是小蓝及那男人。

我立刻报了警。

经过了一个疲累的夜晚,我提供了口供终于能回家休息。我检查手机,发现我的短信,旁边只有双灰勾,看来小蓝并没法读到我的短信。

第二天早晨,警方汇报表示,小蓝及她男友已从案发现场消失,但在附近偏僻的地方找到了一具相似尸体的东西,但是它大部分已被焚化,因此警方现在仍无法认出它是谁,但怀疑必定是案件中的死者。警方从证据中断定,攻击者必定是屋内的人。奇异的是,现场中找不到小蓝的手机。

我再次被惊呆了,我颤抖着打开手机,开始看回我与小蓝的短信。我感到十分后悔,自己没早点注意小蓝的状态,她的双蓝勾后面,其实有个这么不可告人的秘密,而甚至我的最后一个短信,我想对她说的最后一句话,她是没法知道了。

突然就在这时,我看到了不可思议的个画面。

我的短信后的双灰勾转成了蓝色。


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