Despite the very emotional moments of seeking forgiveness from one another, we did got to enjoy ourselves as much as we wanted. We knew it was no use harping on the negativities on such a joyous and beautiful month of Syawal. Eventhough I did not capture any photos on that very sombre forgivess-seeking moment, my cousin, Babad and I managed to capture some pictures for the entry. Here goes.
What I hoped for for Hari Raya this year was answered. The Aidilfitri prayers were held under the void deck opposite my apartment. It was such a beautiful moment. I captured this scene from my bedroom window. This was after the Aidilfitri prayers. This is one of the most lovely part of Hari Raya. We may not be related by blood but at the end of the day, Muslims are related as brothers and sisters. I can just feel the sense of togetherness that our dearest Prophet (pbuh) had emphasized. The Mufti this year called on for the young Muslims to learn and be proud of Islam and of being Muslims. Liz harap kita semua, anak-anak muda dan harapan negara dan bangsa, akan menyahut cabaran Mufti itu.
This year, my family's theme colour is YELLOW! I can't help it. I just had to start off the "photocapturing ceremony" with a pose of my own. Everyone was commenting on the "bigness" of my hair. Masuk telinga kiri, keluar telinga kanan. Seriously, I couldn't care less. Our first stop every single year was Ang Mo Kio. This is my auntie's house. My late Nyai (grandmother in Javanese) used to stay here. She passed away a few years ago. Nonetheless, my auntie being the one of the eldest sisters on my father's side must be the first house we visit every year.
Next stop was Tampines - Mak Eton's house. Mak Eton is my mother's eldest sister. She cooked laksa this year. Yummy! We ate to our hearts' content. Oh yeah, just so you know, we ate at EVERY house. Yes, you read it right. EVERY house. I am expecting the weighing scale to be my enemy once again but I am determined to make that only for a while. Soon, the weighing scale shall be my best friend for life. Anyhow, at Mak Eton's house, we took the family photo. Classic. Below is the family photo we took. Bruised and battered but still tight as ever. We are happy to announce the arrival of my dearest brother-in-law, Abang Fitri, and the "removal" of a lady once part of the family. An ex-member. This picture is almost complete. We are missing just ONE more person - my dearest baby niece, Athirah. It's okay Abang. One day, we shall all be a happy family and Athirah shall be in your arms, all smiles. One day. The day is near, insya allah.
Next stop, Bedok. We went to Papa's house. No, he's not my father. To tell you the truth, I really don't know why we call him Papa. Hahahahaha..Oh well, we ate - AGAIN.
That was also where we took the picture below. The young blood of my family. From left, Babad,Abang Fitri,Kakak,me and Abang.
Okay, the last picture (but not the last stop). Okay, I forgot where this was taken but I think it should be at Bukit Batok or Bukit Panjang or one of the bukits. Hehehehe...I don't know. Do you think I look better with my hair let down or tied up?Hmmmm....or no difference? Ugly in both????AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! Sadness. d:(
Those were the pictures on the first day of Hari Raya 2005. Limited but well spent. Next entry will be shots on the second day. Insya ALLAH.
Till then, Selamat Hari Raya, jolly Muslims.
2 comments:
let down or tied up .. u look pweety in both gambars...hehe Best eh jalan raya! ...awak masih dapat collection ke?? ;) Jgn lupa dtg rumah akak pat bedok reserbor nanti akak kasi duit raya,datang tau jgn tak datang...
Lizzie to Anon >>> Hehehehehe...Tima aceh eh for the extremely shweet comments. Maklumlah saper lah kita ni kan..insya allah kita akan pegi rumah awak okay..eh raya ni tak balik kampong ke? kita tak dpt sangat duit collection...nanti kalau gi rumah akak, akak kena kasi saya duit raya okay dokie??
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