My earliest memory...hmmm rasa-rasanya when I was 3 years old kot. Masa tu my parents baru pindah duduk menyewa kat Kampung Seberang Pekan, Baling yang famous with jambatan gantung and asal hujan je mesti banjir.
That house has too many of my childhood memories. It is just a one bedroom house with decent living room, kitchen and bathroom. Back then, mana ada washing machine machine segala. All the mak-mak will go and do their laundry kat tepi sungai, berkemban sambil cikpat anak entah sapa-sapa yang dok keluar dengan jantan tengah-tengah malam. While my mum dok basuh baju sambil pukul-pukul kotoran degil kat batu, I will go and cari udang kat sungai.
The house that we lived has no toilet. Yes..no toilet you. Toilet (jenis jamban simbah) ada, kat luar rumah..few yards from our house, yang dikongsi with jiran tetangga. Oh kalau siang-siang hari memang la kan berani nak ke toilet. Tengah-tengah malam nak memerut bagai...how? Dah le belakang jamban tu hutan. Takut benda-benda gentayangan halus tu is one thing. Takut bontot dipatuk ular senduk is another thing. Maka we all pun guna our bathroom untuk berak. Jenis berak dalam surat khabar lama, then bungkus and then campak buang pi rumah jiran sebelah...acah je..the next day pi tanam lah. As gross as it sound, but it is better than some people yang buat jamban betul-betul atas sungai. Dengan harapan taik tu akan pergi tempat lain. Harapan je lah. Ada few occasions tengah mandi sungai..then cantik je taik lalu depan kau. Macam babi kan. Then you wonder la how Baling dapat cholera outbreak? Back then, taun tu macam sinonim dengan Baling. Tapi so far alhamdulillah, weols adik-beradik tak pernah kena taun and what not.
Dalam tahun 1987 macam tu, my dad bought a land in Kampung Bandar. Tanah lombong. So he got it murah la kot? It is a huge land. At the same year jugak la my dad dok berulang-alik pi buat rumah. I did ikut my dad few times. Bukan pergi tolong buat rumah lah. Tapi pergi main pasir.
Rumah tu belum pun siap sepenuhnya, tapi boleh duduk la, with better toilet and sanitation. So my dad decided that we should move to the house. Apparently, my parents have had enough with the banjir. Oh the banjir bukan setakat paras lutut. Ni yang paras ketiak. I remember there was the time when the banjir was so bad that we had to abandon the house. My mum was heavily pregnant with my 3rd sibling. My dad berulang alik bring me, then my brother (that was the only time he dukung us on his neck sebab air tinggi), then my mum to rumah jiran kat seberang sungai guna that jambatan gantung yang tunggu masa je nak hanyut as the air sungai was at the same level of jambatan gantung. It was moving unstably to left and right as we cross the river. That was one of the worst banjir that we had to experience.
Apparently, after we moved to our new home, there was even worst banjir happened after that. Nak dijadikan cerita, rumah sewa yang kami duduk tu runtuh dan dihanyutkan oleh air banjir. While that suspension bridge were no longer suspended as the jambatan tu pun runtuh dan hanyut sekali.
Talking about takdir, I am glad that my father made that decision...and thank you Allah for His mercy.