Eid Mubarak is here. A great celebration for Moslems to go back to basic; that is Fitrah. Thus, that is why Moslems are made compulsory to pay “Zakat Fitrah”; a way to cleanse and to purify the material systems; apart from the spiritual systems committed throughout the month of Ramadhan. Eid/ Aidilfitri is nice as we get to gather with kins and friends; but to bid “goodbye’ to Ramadhan is just an ache; both in heart and soul.
My Eid’s “Baju Melayu” this year, 2012.
Rifqi & Abang Zam playing firecrackers. So did Kakak & I. Releasing our inner childhood! (,”)
Throughout Ramadhan, I’ve managed to perform Tarawikh prayers (solo/Jemaah) for almost every nights except for 2 days; of which I wasn’t in the pinkiest state of health. For me, it’s an accomplishment for my own personal record; gradually improving myself to become a better Moslem, Insya ALLAH.
Allahyarham Wan. Ahmad bin Hj Taif. 1921-2011.
Tok & Ayah.
As usual, first day of Eid wasn’t exactly an eventful for my family. First, of course we had the Aidilfitri prayer and then off to fetch my grandmother, Wan, to my late grandfather’s (Wan) grave. Quran & Yassin recital on the soil of cemetery somewhat evoked gratefulness and mixture feeling of fear and longing. Indescribable. All of us will end up like that, too, one day. Only prayers from the kins or “zikir” from the leaves and plants of the cemetery are left to alleviate our burden in The After Life.
After that, brought Tok back to our house just to loaf around and while Kakak & Mak cooked “Mee Kuah”, we let Tok slept in an air-conditioned room (which by the way, wasn’t her cup of tea!). On the other hand, Ayah, Abang Zam, Rifqi & I went to Pak Cik Umar’s house, Ayah’s friend here in Taman Suria. The main attraction was the Briyani and deer’s meat of which he cooked by himself. And there were satay, too.
Tok’s “Ketupat Pulut Hitam”.
Of course, there were some acidic questions a.k.a. sarcasm popped out but since I wasn’t paying much attention as my focus was more on the food, I just let smoke cleared away; with a few subtle retaliations; but not too ‘hardcore’ as I’ve learned that getting older means I’ve full grip of myself; only let the steam looses WHEN it is really necessary. But for that time, my focus was really on the food! Hahhaa!
And then there were plans to go visiting kins and relatives at Penang & Padang Sira, Seputeh but both were proved to no avail. The former was cancelled because tomorrow, an entourage from Lumut will be coming to Alor Star and then to our house in Jitra for annual get-together whereas the latter was cancelled due to ‘technical glitches’. So, the whole day we just feasted on “Mee Kuah”and various cookies delicacies and SLEEP while Mak was busy preparing for tomorrow.
Anyway tonight, I’ve managed to catch an Islamic-orientated Indonesian movie called “Hafalan Shalat Delisa” or loosely translated as Delisa’s Prayer Recital. The film was an adaptation from a novel by Tere Liye and depicted background of post-Tsunami Acheh. A child named Delisa was performing a test to be examined on her prayer’s recital when Tsunami struck Acheh. All her known loved ones were killed, along with thousands of Acheh people, including Delisa’s mother. Luckily, the father wasn’t in Acheh at that particular time. Delisa was found by an American soldier, Mr. Smith and was treated back to health by a Croatian (I suspected based on her the accent) doctor named Sophie. Delisa’s leg was amputated due to the injury she had while she was drown in the Tsunami. Throughout the film, you’ll be amazed with the naivety yet brilliant mind of Delisa. As a child, she learned to pave her way that by having faith to ALLAH SWT, she can weather almost everything in life.
Tsunami was approaching but she was so focus in remembering her recital that she didn’t notice the chaos around her.
Amputated leg. Carried by the father.
On whole, I love the essence of the film. The Islamic element is beautifully inter-woven and you just could feel what Delisa was dealing. Her anxiety and angst about the whole injustice she felt shouldered upon her; but then you’ll be amazed to find how strong she could handle that. And prayer is the best remedy….. Amin. I almost cried at the end, seeing Delisa completing her Prayer Recital test and few memories of her and her mother were shown. Mother’s Love. Always a touching element.
Kampung Padang, Jitra. A day before Eid Mubarak.