it comes without any announcement, but Ramadhan is definitely coming to town, despite of what is stated on the praying application I will start my fasting a day later than normal one, blame me but I just want to follow Indonesian jama’ah
The name brings out all the memories about it, since I’m abroad it’s nothing like I’ll have nice memories about it at it left is only the reminiscence when I was younger, I’ll start to write it before i lost all memories about it.
1. I miss my mom and my home situation during Ramadhan, my family has a custom to prepare meals (even heavy meals) long before the maghrib started, it means that the ta’jil (snack for iftar) already prepared like 2 hours before, and my mom always and always made fuss about it at it was always a big fuss if the cocktails is not prepared, and when the time is getting closer she’s getting more and more fussy, me and my brother call it ‘The mom’s syndrome’ and incidentally my sister also has that syndrome. Well, I guess that’s proved that the blood is really thicker than water.
2. When I was in Surabaya, I lived on a huge dormitory, it was such a nice place and really nice time (though sometimes I also had a bad time, but well life is not perfect anyway), sometimes during Ramadhan there was an old lady who sell food on really cheap food for sahur inside the dorm, so as I could imagine that lady woke up really early just to prepare the food and bring her super heavy food tray to sell us really cheap food (don’t ask the hygienic and the quality of the food), comes to think of it, she really helps us (the lazy girl) to eat some food for sahur. I miss her and her terrible cooking.
3. Again, when i was in college, my and my friends had a crazy idea to made some kind of sahur catering, in a short word we woke up really early, we bought the food at night, we packed the stuff and send the packed food for someone who already ordered it, it was really crazy crazy time, sometimes we were packing the food while watching those european match (Imagine 6-7 hrs different from Europe), ooo Mela, Mbuchan, Amichan, Yono-san, you guys are really adorable, I really missed those time
4. Aaaah, ‘pulang kampung’ or homecoming, my most memorable homecoming is when I have to returned home fews days after one of my friend dies, it was really overwhelming and every time Ramadhan comes i always cried for her, not only because she’s no longer here but also all those future that she couldn’t possibly get, for already remind me that life is really short I have to say, thanks Dianita..
Lots of memories coming out when words of Ramadhan pops out, including some lonely ‘Iedul fitri’ on Netherlands, rushing up to get to the prayer, all those delicious tajil, all those family fight, the forgotten opor ayam that becomes rot after vacation. Aww.. those happy and also sad memories.
Time to walk on, time to make new memories about it.
All I’m trying to say is, have a nice ramadhan my friend, hopefully on this Ramadhan we could obtain the taqwa, will conduct all the worshipping in this holy month easily.