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 Tarawih, it is meant for all prayers. We ought to do it in a tartila manner, not too slow and not too fast. Sedang-sedang. It felt like I was exercising rather than praying last night haha. Berpeluh kejar pak imam!

The major perk of being males when it comes to prayers; they don’t have to bother about this flying telekung thingy whilst praying. Prayed next to this one auntie last night and she couldn’t help but to step on my telekung in each raka’at. Man my head was literally tilted to the right hand side throughout the prayers! Haha, balik kena betulkan kepala yang senget.

PARAM.

I don’t know what you guys call the thing, but that is what I have been calling for the past few years. PARAM = Pasar Ramadhan. Oh by the way, I have this one Indian friend named Param. He should be proud to be named after for the food bazaar haha. Whatever. What remains fresh in my mind till today is the nickname I got from this one abang from the bazaar. That param was near to Kelompok Akasia when I studied at Intec back in 2010, and I was like rushing at that time. Tu la, sape suruh lambat2 pergi bazar. Kan dah kena pecut cari makanan. And yea, I mean it. I was literally sprinting, looking around for the simplest meal to have for Iftar.

“ANGINNN!”- that abang shouted in crowd, pointing to my direction. And I was like, huh? Lol he was grinning, laughing whatsoever it was, and said, “Angin! Awat lari laju sangat dik? Melayang abang kat sini. Nah, beli air abang ni. Murah je abang bagi. Heeeee~”

=.=”

GUNPOWDER AND FIRECRACKERS

Okay I just don’t have to gut to play with mercun, never had the courage and never will in fact. Every single thing that produces an awful din will definitely freak me out. Remember the fogging gun? Urgh this mercun thing is even worse. Fun fact! I once scolded my own neighbours for playing that thing because I was too pissed off and Mami was so sick at that time (mild heart attack). I was 10 (or 11?) and I actually let my rage out on boys who aged 5 or 7 years older than me! Whoa I still wonder how I mustered the courage to do that. (#selfamazed haha)

Bunga api; the firecrackers. My family is the simple kind, you know, like we have everything celebrated in a decent way. So we the children didn’t really have the opportunity to play with the colourful sssssshhhhh (sparks’ sound) thing when we were kids. Well I did play that once. God knows how bising I was at that time because I was too scared playing with FIRE. So long story short, one day Mami wanted to make a surprise for us. The plan was to buy the firecrackers, and we could have played the thing together at home. This lovely sweetheart of mine didn’t even know how the firecrackers look like, but she went out looking for the thing for us kids. Awhhh I love you mom (selingan). The night came, and…

*Kakak starts the fire and burns the firecrackers*

The firecrackers didn't seem to ignite. So we burnt it again, but to no avail. “Kak, kenapa bunga api ni tak ssshhhhh macam dulu? Takde api pun.”

*Keeps on burning* The same outcome, and something started to smell weird. “Kak, kenapa bunga api ni ada bau?”

“Hmm. Akak rasa, Mami dah salah beli. Ni bukan bunga api. Ni… hmm. Colok Cina dik hahaha” =’D

Mami, mami. So bakar la kami colok Cina tu the whole night, haha. Just kidding. We threw it away, but still Mom, we really did appreciate your effort of pleasing us that time. Thank you *laugh heartily*

  

Played this with Mira, Mar and Mila. 3M lol.

p/s:

Tarawih refers to extra prayers that we Muslims perform at night throughout the holy month. It is either performed in 8 raka’at or 20 raka’at (prayed in pairs of two), and it is just a supererogatory prayer; strongly recommended and is Sunnah, not Wajib.

Lambat update blog, dah mid-Ramadhan dah. But still, selamat berpuasa everyone! Nanti kita buat selfie telekung ramai2 eh *sarcastic much*