The Sunday's sun shines brightly and the sparrow chirps joyfully. The universe seems to notify that it is the happy day for me. I drive my red dashing Peugeot 207 through the bustling traffic of Shah Alam -KLIA Highway. Deciding to park my car under a shady area, I park my car in front of an enormous, modern-architecture building with a sign 'International Arrival'. I glance at my shining silver Rolex wristwatch. He should be arrived by now so I sit at the corner of a table at Starbuck's. While enjoying a cup of refreshing latte, my countless neurons started to transmit my precious memory with him.

     Five years ago I was in Africa, giving my hand to unfortunate African there. One day, God decided to change my ordinary life. When I was busy checking a sick African baby, my eyes suddenly caught a young boy wore a filthy brown shirt stood at the corner of the MERCY Malaysia tent. My mind kept instigating me to greet the brown-eyed and curly hair boy. I came closer to him and asked for his name. He is Somali. We then chatted about a lot of common things and it turned out to be a great conversation. Somali had lost his family due starvation and illness that were common to occur in Africa. Day by day, Somali and I became best friend.

     However, Man only plans but God decides. My service in Africa had reached to it end. Somali came to meet me and hugged me tightly. I hold myself from crying in front of him but without I realise, the crystal-clear water trickles down my aging cheek slowly. What a lovely memory to be remembered. 'Papa!'. I turn to that voice and saw a 15 years old lanky African boy waving his thin fingers at me. I make my may towards him. With a big smile, I hug him and tap gently his back. Deep in my heart, I thank to God for giving me such a magnificent gratuity. For me, Somali is the rainbow who has give me a new hope to continue my life after I was diagnosed with final stage brain tumor.