One more week to Ramadhan and less than a week to Independence day. Between the two I am more keen towards Ramadhan but I was promised to watch pertunjukan bunga api bersempena merdeka. Yeay. Ceh itu pon nak suka.
Tak tahulah kenapa, aku tiba-tiba rasa sayu bila dah dekat bulan Ramadhan, especially tahun ini. Kalau dulu, Syawal was eagerly awaited compared to Ramadhan tapi sekarang macam tak. Aku rasa tahun ni kalau boleh raya aku nak lepak rumah pakai sluar pendek makan rendang but of course that is not going to happen. Kalau nak kene bakar api nagaan mak aku, buatlah.
When I was small, emak had her own special way to encourage us to fast. For every day that we successfully fasted, we will be given RM1 which will eventually given to us on Hari Raya as duit raya. Ianya memang kurang baik because it can be seen as sogokan but it worked, I completed fasting the whole month for the first time when I was in standard four while my brother managed to complete his when he was in standard one. My emak, never forced us to puasa but every time when I told her I feel like dying and tak larat [kecik-kecik dah drama] she would point at the clock and said “kejaaaap je lagi, lagi berapa jam je tinggal”. And she would definetely buy us any food that we want. Yang aku paling ingat sekali, aku tengah tengok tv cerita rumah kedai [gila nostalgic!] tiba-tiba ada iklan biskut meri dengan sparkling ribena. Terussss merengek dekat emak nak biskut meri and sparkling ribena. Bongok gila, tengok biskut meri pon boleh teringin haha. Nevertheless emak bought it for me :) .
Pernahla dulu, masa orang tak nampak aku makan coklat or curik-curik minum air masa ambik air sembahyang tapi lepas tu sendiri rasa macam taik sebab emak still bought me what I want for berbuka. Lepas tu macam tanakla tipu-tipu dah, tak thrill ok.
I can’t remember when did emak stop giving us the money for fasting but one thing for sure, I don’t purposely tinggal puasa, one thing that I am proud of despite segala kejahilian aku yang lain samada disengajakan ataupon tidak. Bestlah puasa masa bulan puasa, saat-saat tunggu nak tunggu masjid shah alam azan while having to look at the juadah on the table, waiting with your family is priceless.
This Ramadhan emak hinted that she wanted to sahur at Mcd just like last year, oh she loved it. And just now we flipped through majalah keluarga dan dia telah menyuruh aku masak kuih-kuih di dalam itu semua bila aku kata “wahh sedapnya kuih nii”. Apsalla mulut aku gatal sangat?
I know I am not supposed to think this way but I can’t help asking, sampai berapa Ramadhan lagi aku boleh dengan emak? Memang hari-hari aku dengan emak tapi Ramadhan lain sikit feel dia.
Let’s not go there.
Anyway, what is your best Ramadhan memory?
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