Greetings.

Well, I would like to tell you a story about the life a girl who lives in a rat's-nest-house.

This, is going to be a long story.





It all started when she was going downstairs to grab some breakfast. She had already planned what she was about to make. A nutella sandwich and her smart coco A+ drink. So downstairs she went.

When she finally arrived at the kitchen, she realized that there was no plain water in the house. Well, I guess I'd have to make some, she thought. And so she went to the stove to check out if their gas was already connected to it. Thank God it wasn't because that would've meant something bad.

She tried turn it on herself but her paranoia of getting the house on fire scared her. So she went upstairs again to get her brother to do it. The first brother she went to was her second brother. He wasn't in his room.

Assuming that he went out, the girl went to her eldest brother's room. Half-guilty to wake him up, she asked her brother how to do it, instead of asking him to turn the gas on himself instead, although she would very much prefer the latter. Her brother asked, "Where's your other brother?" He mentioned his name of course. I told him my assumption.

Fortunately my brother was being a very nice person in the morning and helped me connect the gas pipe. Alhamdulillah, the girl silently praised. So she went on and boiled some water.

As she was doing so, she turned her head to see, to her very surprise, her pet cat peeing at the corner of the kitchen. Instinctively, she shooed her away. Her temper grew a bit.

Great! Now, I have to clean this up! she thought. It worried her because her cat had peed at her mother's favored kitchen closet.

The possibility of why her cat would pee outside of the bathroom would be because the bathroom door was closed. True to her thoughts, it was.

She knew it was her second brother. Why is he taking so long?

The girl called after her brother, her temper increasing as the seconds ticked. "Brother! Why are you taking so long! The cat has already peed in the kitchen because of you!" and she started to clean.

Fast forwarded, when the brother finally came out of the bathroom, he picked up the cat and said with annoyance, "Let's just take her out then." The girl, getting more furious than ever, yelled at her brother. "Don't do that! Let her go!" And he let the cat go without a word.

The girl continued to clean. She was struggling to figure out how she would clean the mess. Looking from the wet tile floor, she knew it wasn't the first time the cat peed there. She just sighed.

There was no real clean cleaning appliances. She didn't know what to do, but she just did it.

Fast forwarded again, her cleaning period that she assumed would end in a quarter of the clock, was a lot longer than that. A lot of things she thought as she was throwing out this and that, wiping and mopping this and that. She teared up.

This house is a mess, she sniffled. She felt like she was in a forest. But of course, forests have beautiful sights but her house, not. There were dead cockroaches here and there, dust bunnies and hair everywhere. It felt like a very hard time.

This is what her mother would have felt every time of her parent life, when she was cleaning up the house. The dirt and filth of the house was endless! So many useless things scattered around. She found the most ridiculous objects in the kitchen. Even a hanger was in the dining floor.

She knew this from a long time ago, that her house was like a rat's nest. But now she knows more of it. Things in the house were so out of place. Some were completely useless because one, it has either lost its function or two, it is completely filthy.

Rationally, people would think to just throw the stuff away, right? Then how come her family wouldn't do the same? What happened to the saying, "Cleanliness makes half of our faith"?

A picture of her old home, before it was renovated came up to her mind. Although it wasn't the neatest house, at least it felt a lot more homier and cleaner than this. She remembered the old lawn that they used to have, but has now become a parking lot and a place to throw out rubbish that wouldn't budge. She remembered the picture of her little self, laughing and looking happy running around that lawn. Oh, how beautiful that house used to be. She wishes it would come back.

She wouldn't care if her house was a small one. She didn't want to live in a house like this. She wants her old home back.

She remembered, not very long ago, when she was lazy and ignorant and didn't care about the cleanliness of this home. She would still bring her friends over, not realizing that although her friends would say otherwise, they would still be a bit disgusted of the condition of the girl's house.

She doesn't want to be that girl anymore. She's embarrassed. She doesn't exactly care of what other people would say or think but it's just that she feels that shamefulness. As a muslim and a muslim family that claims others to be idiots and immature, why are they the ones who have the dirtiest home?

Even the idiot celebrities have cleaner homes. Even the people of the government that she was never a big fan of had cleaner homes. Why can't a smart family like her, actually show they smartness through their actions?

Now, you might think, what does cleanliness have to do with the smarts. Oh dear, it has a whole lot to do with it. I don't want to explain, but if you could just connect the dots and think for yourself, you would get it. I hope. Maybe not but really, I don't feel like explaining.

Hm. Well, it's not all of her family that are like this. There are only a couple of people, including her past self that have been the cause of this house to be the way it is now.

So she plans to change that. She does what she can now. But she will do more in the future.

She's only a student, in high school, so she really can't afford to call people to clean up for her. But she knows in her gut that that is what the family should do. The job would never be done.

The family needs to see the ending product of what the house would look like if it was COMPLETELY clean and COMPLETELY neat and if the objects around the house was placed WHERE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE.

There are so many distractions around this girl. She needs to get a hold of herself. And that's where she realizes she needs God. God is always there listening. God is the aim of all this cleaning. God is the reason why she needs to make the changes around here. Not just for this house but for the community. For her country. For humanity.

She knows she was sent here for a reason.

Everything is connected to each other and to not mess up the future, you must not be lazing around in your present. The past is the past and you should only make it as a lesson.

Some people might laugh at her, saying that she could never do it. But who cares? As long as she actually does it, then that's all that matters.

It is not impossible to have a perfect life. It just depends on your perspective of it.