Come Wednesday,October 1st, Muslims celebrate the end of the month long fasting month of Ramadan, and greets the new month of Syawal. It is usual that Hari Raya Aidil Fitri in this country is celebrated most by children, and without them, the celebration means little to us.
As a grandfather to three grandchildren (with one more appearing soon), I long to see them the early morning of the first day of syawal, attired in their very best, running to me and kissing my hands. This is the greatest moment of my life, and I suppose that was how my grandmother felt when I did the same to her. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to do the same to my grandfather, because he died well before I was born.
As for me, my usual routine the morning of Hari Raya is to visit the grave of my father, and my deceased siblings immediately after aidil fitri prayers at Kajang mosque. I miss them, but Allah s.w.t loves them more.
And to all my readers (regardless of race and religion), I beg forgiveness if I had offended you in my writings. I hope you will continue to support me, and blogging is the only means whereby I can reach out to all, with my writings and thoughts.
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