1ST DAY RAMADHAN
Another 15 minutes for Azan Subuh. Waiting with the bursting heart. It is the first day of Ramadhan. Fasting. Will I up to the challenge? Jangan main2 dengan cubaan dari Tuhan Yang Maha Pengasih itu, para pembaca yang dimuliakan, sebagaimana yang saya tahu, cubaan itu aneh2 belaka.
I did what I could just now. I cook mee udon, sort of laksa, sedap (pujian ini benar2, iya benar), sebab ada mushroom, which according to another friend, the strangest vegetable ever. I beg to differ, I think it’s pretty, of course being me, I view everything is beautiful. Except an ugly soul.
I make a lemon tea. I don’t have a milo though. Why I need a milo when I’m allergic to the milk? Because Mum will make milo on every sahur for Amin (adik bungsu saya yang ngada2 itu), and then we will all manja2 share2 milo from him, just to see whether he will make a face or not, hahaha. A tease.
The picture of sahur is still vivid in my mind. In the kitchen, where we will eat with half of our eyes shut, and after eating rice and all the dishes, then we fight for whatever-left kuih sugi. Or any kuih that we can steal from Mum’s. Then follow by drinking the stolen milo! After Subuh, everyone of us will go to the dreamland.
In the late afternoon, will go to Pasar Ramadhan and buy lots of things. Ikan sembilang masak pedas is a must. Kuih apam for my Mum. And Popia Goreng for Amin. Air tebu for all of us.
Great, just great, live in the past, Nur.
Subuh dah, tak sompek minum air. Duh.
