inferiority complex thy suffer…

" Allahuakbaru, Allahukabaru, allahuakbar,

Laaaailaaahaillah, huallah, huAkbar,

Allaaaaahuakbar lillaaahilhamd "

( God Almighty 3x, There is no God other than Allah, as He is The Almighty,

God is The Almighty, thus upon Him, we extend our thankfullness )

I cant wait.

Omen 1-Received my first Hari Raya card from a non-muslim, Vonesha, who were to celebrate Deepavali.

Omen 2-Bumped into both lecturers who extend warm wishes for Hari Raya on the way back to condo.

Omen 3-A good friend bought me dinner for buka puasa (Thanks Atiqah and Rizal)

Omen 4-Annual Dinner plans currently in full swing

Omen 5-Assigned with mountains of workloads and having absolutely no mood to do them.

Omen 6-Never before i am looking forward to all the carbonated drinks in miniature glasses, laksa sarawak, mi kolok and colourful kuih lapis in Kuching.High calories be damned.

Omen 7-My trusted, ancient ,dull and boring 3310 handphone broken beyond repair.Good riddance.Currently handphone-less.

Interpret them any way u prefer but i would have sworn that Lady Luck was definitely smiling over me.I could not ask for a more perfect closure before greeting Aidilfitri with a big Hello rather than this amazing sense of contentment, satisfaction, being blessed and excitement all intermingling in a nice perfume.One could liken it with the musky, warm , feeling of smelling caramel-like aroma of raya cookies baking in the oven.( Its chocolate chip by the way)

Or the sensation when Suasana Hari Raya ( Anuar and Ellina ) blasting on the radio while driving.Even the feel-good buzz when all family members finally gather together as a unit taking advantage from the break fom college, work and boarding school.

THAT feeling. Wafting the air with festivity and joy .Injecting ordinary routine like learning how to cut the freshly-baked chocolate cake all the right size without destroying it with humbling exhilaration.Worthily noted that i suspect the chocolate cake will not last to see the light of raya’s sun rise judging the speed of cake’s fast disappearance. Acting out of experiece, mom must have sense what was forecoming because she ingeniously made two.

Two or three days before countdown of raya was considered as the most hectic days of them all.Other than the usual hari raya shopping where consumers could spend exorbitant amount of cash then patting themselves on the back of a job well done,there is the BIG communal spring cleaning and decorating the family’s dwelling.

I am the fan cleaner cum glass/mirrors/frame/ceramic/anything reflective dust buster.My weapons includes the blue-ish glass cleaning liquid and toilet paper. Occasionaly,i would fill in the shoes of fridge scrubber armed with Jif ( multipurpose cream clenaser ).Mom’s the vacuum personnel also the mopping specialist.Dad’s the organizer and in charge of disposal affairs.Brother’s conjoin forces as the perfect duo of car washer while at the same time honing their scrubbbing skills while washing the carpet. Mind you, we could not afford the luxuy of a maid a.k.a bibik but our effifacy in completing the task of engineering the rebirth of a cleaner, newer,and livelier house is passable.

As always, the champion of multitasking had always been on the helm of womenfolk.I admired mom juggling abilities and stamina of doing her bit in house cleaning while assuring her wonderful cookies survived unburnt in the oven.Only God knows how she squeezed the time to cook for our sahur and buka puasa meal.

This was part of the reason why many would concur that assigning mountains of assignments or worse, exams, during hari raya as downright an act of cruelty.On behalf of all noblefolk who are determined to preserve the spirit of raya,i heed the summotion of these heartless people to be held accountable the gravity of damage done in marring the beautiful moments supposedly to be filled with happiness and gay.Robbing the rights of innocent population who cannot balik kampong for raya due to exam constraints should be halted.(Theme song : Dari jauh ku Pohon Maaf-Sudirman)

Stop this injustice.

Selamat Hari Raya and Maaf Zahir Batin

Writer says:In line with her campaign, the writer felt for her MUFY and matriculation compatriots who were struggling for final exams as opposed to enjoying themselves under family comforts and Rendang Tok.

Despite the looming final exam, the writer refused to be discouraged by this and insist that nothing can stop her from  enjoying her raya this year and receiving loads of duit raya.Good luck everyone!

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