Wednesday, September 16, 2009

What I Love Most About Hari Raya!

Hello readers, Hari Raya is coming very soon. Few days till my favourite part of the year. Hari Raya is celebrated by all Muslims every year in every part of the country. There are two types of Hari Raya which is Hari Raya Aidilfitri and Hari Raya Aidiladha. But today I am going to talk about what I love most about Hari Raya Aidilfitri which is Hari Raya Puasa!
After fasting for almost a month, the first day of the month of Syawal which is the first day of Raya is celebrated with great celebrations and happiness. In my opinion, what I love most about Raya is getting to spend quality time with my family and relatives. Everyone seems very busy and to us, Raya is one of those times where we can meet up and spend time together. I have a very big family. I am not only close to my first cousins but I am close to almost all my relatives.
Each year on the morning of Hari Raya, we will have breakfast together and later on we will pay a respect to my late grandfather who died 8 years ago. We will recite Surah Yassin and pray for him. After that, we will visit my great grandmother and the other relatives. I love this part because I get to see all my cousins, aunties and uncles.
On the second day of Hari Raya, all of us will visit the other relatives which is staying in other states such as Negeri Sembilan and Johor. Meanwhile, on other Raya weekends we will visit each other houses in Kuala Lumpur. All these visiting and seeing each other really means a lot to me as I am studying away in Johor. So, I do not really get to see my family that much. I can not wait for the next holiday because to me quality time with my family is priceless!

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Childhood Memories of Ramadhan

Hello everyone, this week I am going to talk about my childhood memories of Ramadhan.
I was one of the little girls who was never easy to be trained to fast. During Ramadhan, all Muslims must fast from early morning until dawn. My parents taught me to fast since I was eight years old. However, when I was little I fast for just half a day until I was 11 years old.
Every single day, my mother will nag and nag asking me to try to fast for the whole day but I have always refused to do so. My mother would bribe me money or even things I love. The only reason I could not stand fasting for the whole day was because of milk. I drank milk until I was 12 years old. I do not mind if I do not eat or drink but milk was essential to me. My cousins and relatives would laugh at me for not fasting the whole day. But I still could not care less.
At last, when I was 11 years old I started to fast properly. My parents and my family were very proud of me. Until today, I am still laughing at myself for not trying to fast properly when I was little. I guess it was one of the good memories in my life. I hope all of you have one too. That is it for now. Bye!