A 'miracle' holiday! by Tayanaa Logenthiran
Updated: Apr 14
Graphic by Johanna Anuar
As the final bell rang, I wished I would not have to return the next day to this place we call ‘school’! “There’s just too much work”, I complained to my mother, as she drove me home.
I told myself that it would just take a few weeks to finally relax from all the stress I was experiencing, to catch up on all my studies, to fully prepare for my final exams that was scheduled to be in the month of May, to take my mind off many things, and to focus on what my goals and aims are for the near future.
Everyday I would hope. Hope for a miracle holiday. As school carried on as usual, I kept hearing the teachers discussing the newly found virus - Coronavirus. Soon, the talks became so rampant, at home, at school and almost everywhere. The newspapers were filled with the increasing number of cases. I yearned to hear something besides how deadly this virus was.
I hadn’t realized how this virus could affect us without even infecting us, until the Prime Minister of Malaysia announced a “Movement Control Order,” a little short of a lockdown. Although I felt pity for all the people suffering to battle this virus, I couldn't help but thank God for some time off for me to catch a breath, and what I’d always been hoping for - a miracle “holiday!”
As the days we were “locked” in the house went by, I became restless. My sleep schedule took a turn; I began sleeping late into the morning and sometimes waking up past noon. My time to reflect had been replaced by sleeping in, or watching movies. What a disaster!
As the week came to an end, I was anxiously waiting for the second and final week to be over, so I could go back to school. I guess God took my hope for a holiday too seriously, and an extension to the lockdown was announced. I couldn’t believe my ears!!
On the upside, connecting with my family members surely helped with restringing the bonds that we seemed to have lost. Besides, I loved the feeling of discovering the many stories that were left unsaid over the years. Nevertheless, I missed my friends, I missed going out, I missed gossiping (even with my teachers), and I missed being in a car on the Malaysian roads that we always complain about!
Although I felt terrible and suffocated within the comfort of my own home, this situation had got me thinking about how people who had nowhere to go, felt. The breaking point came when my final exam, which I had been putting so much effort into, was cancelled because of this virus. I should’ve been happy. I should’ve been jumping for joy. Instead I was devastated, exasperated, terrified…To make matters worse, the number of WhatsApp messages from my friends and teachers about how disappointed they were at this decision by the examination board, filled up my phone storage, adding to my misery.
It was at this point when I realized that not everything we wish for is actually what we want. We hope and dream of many things, but how desperate are we for these dreams to come true? How well do we know what we really want? That question is left unanswered and I am going to reflect on these things for the next couple of weeks as I continue to pray for this pandemic to be over.