Bustanus
Salatin
The Garden of The Kings
I was too young then to
remember the detail of a magical story that my grandfather told me, about a
mysterious country called Falunia. He said that the country once called the
most beautiful land that filled with harmony, clean environment, majestic view
and great stuctures that will leave our mouth opens. And he added that the
country now hidden in a deep jungle of Tanah Merah, Kelantan, holding the most
rich history of our root, the Malay.
Well,
I am at my teenage year now, such place does’nt seem to exist anywhere in this
world. If there is one, we should call it utopia, not Falunia. Such a perfect
country does’nt on this earth that full with people that hungry for politics
power, economy and war. When I was a little boy, I really believe everystory
that my granpa tell, and I even dreamt being at that place once. But, now, this
world had finally rips my belief toward those story aparts. Sorry Granpa. . . .
.
I am going to have an important exam this year but
luckily it is 6 months away. I think I get time to play around some more and
that is what worrying my parent now.
