A morning or evening walk when done in good health is just a walk, a good physical exercise. But a slow evening walk around the residential area where you lived, undertaken when some nerves or muscles are giving you a problem, is a physical, spiritual and therapeutic experience.
Today is the fourth day that I did the rounds, increasing it everyday by a few stretches of roads and rows of houses. See pic showing the area where I started my walk (click pic to enlarge).
I also went out quite early today at about 5.45pm. and met a number of people. Some very familiar faces driving home in their cars while others I couldn't quite place. Yet a few I met at close range for the first time, saying "hello" and exchanging smiles. One Indian gentleman was also taking a walk doing it faster and more briskly than me and thereby overtaking me at a long stretch of road in Taman Melawati. We talked awhile but did not get to exchanging names. We met again today and just managed to exchange smiles and a wave of the hands as if we've known each other for years. See pic showing Datuk Yusof Haslam's residence on the hillside around which I passed (click pic to enlarge).
I had a lot of fears about the possible slip disc and the damages to the nerves that the doctor suspects. But the walks made me feel much better, especially in the left foot which often goes numb. My late father had the same problem. It turned out to be a leukemia of the bone which required him to undergo a chemotherapy. I hoped that I won't be suffering from the same. I was deep in thought about it when I saw a old friend walking from the opposite direction but taking the same side of the road. He looked frail and weak.
"Hey, what's up. I haven't seen you for quite a while.." We shook hand weakly for I too was tired.
"I'm sick, I've the big C," he responded in quick,soft gasps. He looked at me pathetically and I was at a loss for words. How could he be stricken with the malady when he had looked so hail and hearty to me before. And full of zest for life and humor too.
"Don't take it too bad for verily all our lives are in His hand," I mumbled searching for the right words to say. " If He says that we should go today or tomorrow. nothing can stop it. You know one of our Imams, Ustaz Hussin. who used to stay around here but had moved to a new residence since he became the Chief Judge of the Syariah Court?" He nodded weakly. "He looks so healthy and well, yet he had a stroke recently and is now in a coma. Even the healthiest of persons can suddenly fall ill and only Allah can decide whether he or she can stay or must go."
"You're right, " he replied with a little smile on his face. That was enough to make my day. When I continued my walk for the rest of the evening I did not feel any pain at all in my left foot. Even the numbness had somehow disappeared, until I was home again and sat down to rest. It slowly came back as I stopped thinking about my friend's misfortune and started to nurse the ailing foot, realizing full well that it was nothing compared to the mental torture my old friend must be nursing.