House Hunting?

Being a village girl, Ive always wanted to have a house on a piece of land - on ours. Be it small and humble, a house built on a piece of land that belong to you, yourself, is such a wishful thought.

I was born and raised in my own prairie, where from the wooden traditional kedah-style hut, one could see the acres and acres of paddy fields that colors the earth from green to yellow to golden brown. And when the hot air that travelled hundreds of yards from the distance and across the plains finally touched my face, it brought along such an undescribable feeling.
The wind was so strong.
The air was so fresh.
The sky was so blue.
And my heart was so calm.
My small hut was my place of solace, serenity, and sanctuary.

As reality bite, I am now a grown-up who prefer to pay for comfort and to twist the metal head for water supply rather than walking all the way to the fresh water source (though it was only 3,4 metres away).

As a city boy, he is used to the ideas of having a house in a proper housing areas with complete (or almost) basic fascilities. Then, few days ago, I shrieked to heaven when he told me that he would go for a 'land hunting' along with few other friends.

Happy as I was, we still need to be extra careful in splashing such a big amount of cash, though with extra caution, we could still afford the 500++ ft squares of land without the bank loans. At a glance, this might be a lifetime opportunity. However, being ever curious me, I started to look for some available info as well as some hidden loopholes and found out that the land was situated in a flood-prone area. To prove my concern, he came back from the 'site-seeing' and told me that they actually had the opportunity to interview a makcik who lives next to the land. The area was hit by the worst flood of 2ft++ depth, last year!

It wasnt a big deal if they really wanted to buy the land, provided that they were willing to treat the soil/land and make it 5ft higher than the available base flood elevation. But then, out of the blue, the neighbourhood including the old makcik's house, would be surrounded by a mini-hill which also means, their land would turn into a floodplain. A dam in another word?

Expectedly, he didnt have the guts to be as cruel as 'Israel' yet. Here we are, still in this small and humble taman.
Allah knows the best. If it wasnt meant for us, than nothing that we can do.