as we walked

i took my son, tunku muhammad with me for friday prayers this week.
as we both walked towards the masjid, i could not help but smile,
when i looked at him beside me.

it reminded me of the days when my father took me for friday prayers.
the only difference is, though muhammad is 10 years old,
he still insists on holding my hand as we walk to the masjid.
he doesn't care if anyone is watching.
nor does it bother him if people think that he's too big for hand holding.
he is comfortable. and he does it.

i miss being in that innocent phase.
where my thoughts are pure.
and my actions are as i see fit.
and the rest, do not matter.