The Story of My Ramadhan.
How I wish I could have this post written yesterday and not today. But still, let's make it an entry worth of writing and reading for - Ramadhan and its indelible moments. So talking about this holy month, there are a few things that come together and just can't be separated from it (in Malaysia in the least). Tarawih, param , moreh and the bang-bang thingy ( mercun and bunga api stuff) to name a few. Well ting , this is how the story goes like. TARAWIH. ( Rakaat pertama ) *Imam recites Al-Fatihah incessantly* Amboi Ustaz, nak kejor bullet train ka? ( Tahiyyat akhir ) Me: “Asyhadu alla ilaha illallah, wa asy ha..” Ustaz: ASSALAMUALAIKUM WARAHMATULLAH~ Amboi Ustaz, awat express sangat baconya? ( Doa ) *Imam recites the du’a ceaselessly till he runs out of breath* Amboi Ustaz, sampai semput nah? *Double face palm* Ustaz, Ustaz. Tarawih should be performed in its own pace. Well not only ...