I read the Berita Harian today and saw an interesting article about this Malay girl who flies. No she was not born having wings but she earned it! She's our first ever Malay woman pilot and only 23!
She reminds me of my brother Bob. Bob always wanted to fly planes. But we can't afford to send him to the flying school. Few years back he managed to borrow some money from a spiritual group he joined and they supported him until he got his student flying license. But that was the farest he could go. He tried to get sponsorship from our rich relatives, good friends and everywhere he could. He was not ashamed to tell them his dream and even had a plan on how to pay them once he gets his flying license. I remember he told me one of our relatives spent 2 hours lecturing him on his dream and how much he hold back his anger, his frustration but still put on a smile and listened patiently.
The were few nights I saw him writting something but he won't tell what was that all about. I wanted to know badly because I saw him struggling to write something but he never came to me for help. In our family, I'm the one who likes to write. Not that I'm good but at least I have the ability to express myself freely and willingly. One night he stayed over at a friend's place and I couldn't stopped myself to check his desk and I found few papers with his hand written but the letters has no endings. He was writting to MAS to explain how much he wanted to fly! and not only MAS but Air Asia, SA, Garuda, Qatar, Eitihad! it was an extra personal letter to the recruiter of cadet pilots! that much of determination my brother had to reach his dream.
One day he told me he quits...but he's not giving up. I told him that things happen for reasons and perhaps it is not the right time yet. That was the first time I saw him cried.
He doesn't know this but I am so proud of him and I pray so hard that one day his favorite words will be :
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking."
One day Bob. Insya Allah. :)
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