Raya was liberating and felt like winning. Waiting for
Lailatul Qadr on those quiet, peaceful nights without miss two weeks before Ramadhan ends, and on most nights for the first two weeks, together with Terawih prayers, is something that I dearly miss. I look forward for the next round of Ramadhan, but my eyes get misty each time I thought about it, for knowing I can never know and can only hope to reach the next one. Ramadhan taught me how precious life is, that I should live in joy and with gratitude, as well making it possible for others to live in joy and gratitude as well. Had I not been misled by
istihadah one day in the fasting month, I would have had a full
puasa, a rare achievement since puberty, and felt blessed. Even my not-yet-7 year old daughter successfully fast for 24 days, hardly whining or attempted to quench thirst or satisfy the hunger pangs.
I hope I'll be steadfast in continuing another practice during Ramadhan, reading the Quran. I attended two tadarrus events last Ramadhan, the first time ever. As I am reading on daily basis now, I managed to read till Juz 10 as of yesterday. Not merely reciting, but also reading the accompanying translation. Not that I don't know how to recite before. Previously it was always just reciting, and I didnt really understand nor so inclined to know what was being recited. And reciting would only come on certain days, i.e only Yasiin on Friday nights. Thanks to the mengaji teacher who taught me tajwid, and also I'm grateful to God for giving me the urge to learn, as well as the means to hire a teacher to come to the house to teach me and the children. Otherwise I would have spent the three figure fee to shop ntah apa-apa (finding every reason to buy). From the readings, I shudder knowing I'll be questioned later in the hereafter on how the money is spent on, and now I'm glad it's spent on knowledge seeking, such as from reading the Quran. Not exaggerating, I felt like I found something more precious than gold and diamond. It's really the secrets of life and the world. As I reflect upon my reading on Rhonda Bryne's The Secret, I know that it only contains just a portion of the whole secret. The biggest Secret is there, lies in the Quran, where all the Law of Attraction possible is revealed. And if I manage to practice accordingly, I believe the universe is conspiring in my favour.
Raya means togetherness in the hearts, and lucky enough everybody in my family managed to get together, even my sis in Japan came back for Raya. I had hoped to perform Raya prayers in the new mosque, a walking distance from my parents' house, but the mosque could only be used a few days later as cleaning work was still under progress then. So we had to be contented praying in the old surau-turned-mosque instead.
I managed to visit the relatives in Pahang, and still going for Raya visit for relatives in KL, and hoping to visit those in the North too. I went for
beraya at my brother's new house, which was a spacious abode for the four of them. I'm sure his children would have a good time running to and fro in the house. Congrats bro.
My bro's new house.
Naughty niece and nephew who can't sit still.
I was maidless during Raya and the week before it. Luckily the maid turned down the one-month holiday, and requested for only two weeks leave...pheww! However, the day after she left the washing machine seemed to miss her and threw tantrums. It went
merajuk, which saw me doing the laundry manually.
Rasa macam nak patah pinggang! After 5 consecutive days slaving myself to the laundry, I decided I've had enough. I packed them and brought to my mom's, and washed them there. Saved by the Raya holidays.
But after coming back to KL, I knew I couldn't cope anymore and so came the new machine, two days before the maid returned. And guess what? The moment the new machine arrived, the old machine can start working again as if nothing happened. I've read an article in an English magazine some years ago which postulates that machines and gadgets have feelings too. It was funny when I read it back then, but now somehow I secretly thought maybe the author wasn't joking. Perhaps the old Samsung was jealous of the bigger, sturdier, new Samsung, and was probably was trying to show off that it still 'has it', and owner would still be stuck to using it. Hmmm...*
The new machine which is envied by the old one downstairs.
Raya decor plantI'm happy that this Syawal the flowers bloom as they should during this festive time. Thank God for the heavy downpour,
hujan rahmat, in the last week of Ramadhan and the week after Raya. Guests would be greeted by the colourful blooms as they enter my humble abode.
I must take this opportunity to mention my appreciation for
Masterwordsmith's concern about my silence in blogosphere. She left messages and texted me during Raya and after. Thanks a lot friend! It's really my paper work that tie my hands. The week before Raya I had a presentation, and last weekend another seminar to present. Gladly silence paid off.
I can say that I can relax a bit now, and perhaps can go to (ahemm!) Oldstock's, Pak Mood's, Kay's, TM's, YDiana's, Mamasita's, DDIbu's, EtaMy's and others' places for Raya visit. As to visit Kak Teh and Nurie abroad,..hmmph...
tunggu je la AirAsia to and fro cheap sale package
yang betul-betul kind to Chahya :P. For the time being, I'm grateful to be able to 'fly' to them in the blogosphere.
My Raya was happy and I hope you all had a great Raya too. And still wishing that everyone still has the festive mood :)
(Pics below) -Everything Raya: Langsir raya, carpet raya, kuih raya, hamper raya, bunga-bunga raya....





