Man, what a day! I swear, Fuvahmulah really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, ya know? But nah, life had other plans.
So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s blazin’ like it’s tryin’ to roast me alive. I grab my coffee from that little spot on Hithadhoo Magu. Best brew in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ it, feelin’ all good, when I get a call. My buddy, Ahmed, tells me there’s a funeral at the old mosque. Ugh, not again.
I mean, I’m a Mourner, right? It’s kinda my job to be there, but man, it’s heavy. So, I throw on my black shirt—cuz, ya know, Mourner vibes—and head out. The streets are packed. Like, seriously, Fuvahmulah ain’t that big, but today? It’s like rush hour in a city ten times its size.
I’m walkin’ down the narrow lanes of Maafannu, dodging kids on bikes and old folks sellin’ fish. The smell of fresh tuna hits me, and I’m like, “Dude, can’t you smell the sadness?” But hey, I’m not here to judge.
Finally, I get to the mosque. It’s all somber and stuff. People are gathered, faces all serious. I spot Ahmed, and he’s lookin’ like he just lost his best friend. Oh wait, he kinda did. The vibe is heavy, man. I’m tryin’ to keep it together, but inside, I’m like, “Why does life gotta be so cruel?”
The prayers start, and I’m just standin’ there, lost in my thoughts. I’m thinkin’ about how life’s a rollercoaster. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re at a funeral. It’s wild. And then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. Like, what the heck?
Turns out, some dude on a bike crashed into a lamppost. Classic Fuvahmulah moment, right? Everyone’s lookin’ at him like he’s a ghost. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, c’mon, dude! You gotta watch where you’re goin’.
After the prayers, we head to the burial site near the beach. It’s a beautiful spot, but today? It feels heavy. The waves are crashin’, and I’m just standin’ there, thinkin’ about how life’s so unpredictable. One minute you’re here, the next you’re… well, not.
I’m tryin’ to hold it together, but then I see a little kid buildin’ a sandcastle nearby. He’s so into it, like it’s the most important thing in the world. And I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”
But then, the moment hits me. I’m here to mourn, to remember. And it’s tough. I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions—anger, sadness, confusion. Why do we have to say goodbye? Why can’t we just keep everyone we love forever?
After the burial, we head back to the mosque for some food. You know how it is—everyone brings a dish. I’m eyein’ the mas huni, and I’m like, “Yes, please!” But then, I spill some on my shirt. Classic me, right? Mourner with a stained shirt.
As the day winds down, I’m walkin’ home, and I can’t shake the feels. Fuvahmulah is beautiful, but it’s also a reminder of how fragile life is. I pass by the old coconut trees on the way, and I’m just thinkin’ about how they’ve seen it all.
I finally get home, and I’m exhausted. But I can’t help but smile. Life’s a mess, but it’s also full of surprises. Fuvahmulah, you crazy little island, you’ve got my heart. Even on days like this.
So yeah, that was my day. Intense, emotional, and full of unexpected moments. Just another day in Fuvahmulah, I guess.