working on the eve raya

At this moment, this second, I’m here in front of my PC, working. Yes, working on the last day of Ramadhan is not what I’m expecting. After four years working, this is my very first experience. As I’m rather new, I prefer not to take too much holidays till I’m being confirmed.

Well, there are 4 other colleagues in my level, I’m not pretty sure on the second level, but surely there is someone working downstairs.

Working on the eve of Hari Raya is not like working at all. The mind and spirit is elsewhere, and your eyes keep darting to the clock, wishing that it will goes faster. I browse through the net a lot, clicking all items in the news yahoo, looking at my friend’s profile in Facebook and reading other’s blog. What a bliss.

One thing for sure, the road is almost empty. Truly wish that I can have the road to myself and it only takes 30mins for me to reach my office the last two days rather an hour on a normal working day. Well, keep dreaming because what you’re asking is too much :-)

bad services... an angry customer

Last weekend, I agreed for an invitation to break the fast with my old schoolmate. We’ve done it almost every year, and I’m yet to break the rule. But, inept services of the chosen restaurant spoil the evening that suppose to be a memorable one. I’m not going to name the place, afraid that it will contribute to its bankruptcy.

When Usop mentioned the place, we’re so looking forward to it, as it supposed to be must-go-latest eateries in Ampang. Well, the ambience is great with a lake in the middle, so like kampung style all over. But, things get nasty; the restaurant let so many people in, squeezing table in every nooks and hooks. And to make things worst, the food is scarce. We can saw that people with hungry faces, lining up for a meager food. Ok fine, lets wait for another 30 minutes to get our food, well bad decision, the tray was empty afterwards. We ended up waiting till 8pm for the cook to replenish the food.

By that time, everyone is so pissed off. We’re even not in the mood for taking pictures. I was almost contemplated of not paying full prices as we only eat less those half foods they’re serving. We can’t really understand their plight, the Ramadhan is almost over, surely they know what to expect and fully prepare with the large crowd.

My classmate then suggested to lepak in our Lazzez, Pandan Indah; the usual place to meet familiar faces of my schoolmate. I declined the offer and decided to go home instead with a sour face.

Lets hope for a merry Syawal :-)

A poignant picture

I was in a complete shock while browsing thru Utusan Online today. The picture of a solemn and grave 8 childrens makes me feel so heartbreaking. A poignant picture which tells a hundred sad stories in the last of week of Ramadhan makes me wonder how many of them in Malaysia.
It makes me so mad; I mean where all this Jabatan Masyarakat, this Zakat management, does they know their job. Obviously, there a millions of bucks sitting in the bank untouched. This is the right time for us to donate and help to ease their burden. Why the media still need to highlight their stories in order to get a bowl of rice.

It is truly a big responsibility for the Zakat board to really reach out to the needy person instead of the media people who actually manage to find one, an amanah which is inevitable. Yes, I can donate, like most of Malaysians, we have no qualms at all to give out alms but then we also pay zakat, and hoping that our money will be used for a good cause.

May allah bless these siblings in Yan, Kedah.

raya...perhaps

How time flies, its already the 24th of September. Counting days for Aidil Fitri. Looking back what I’ve done so far to celebrate Ramadhan, what a shame. Spend most of my nights doing non stop assignments. Yeah, what a lame excuse.

I don’t feel like to welcome Hari Raya. Even I could not embrace the atmosphere. Maybe it’s because my grandma is no longer with us, the celebration seems like missing something. Same goes to my mom and all the aunts. They’re even yet decided on the menu. Well, this year we’ve decided to go back to Johor Bahru and perhaps have a one day trip to Singapore.

Last Saturday, I spent my day in two shopping complexes, the notable Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman and KLCC. Since it yet the pay day, the famous long road in Masjid India is almost empty. I’m rather sad to find that there is not many options in KLCC for me to buy one. It is almost like they dump all the ugly, old fashion, crime-in fashion in one go. Well, it’s blessing in disguise, now that I need to save a lot of money.

In the end, I bought nothing, yes, what an achievement.

Puasa Mode

This puasa, sad to tell, I haven’t yet doing the terawih in masjid. Yes, I did it at home, but surely couldn’t compare the feeling of jemaah. My night is usually occupied with classes, exams and assignments. Since we’re nearer to the end of the semester, I’m so glued with my final assignments. Sorry Ika and Diyana (cousin cum negihbours) for not able in praying together this year.

Time flies fast. By this Raya, I’m already facing my final exam. I just couldn’t believe that one semester is nearly gone.

Maturity comes along this Ramadhan. I no longer spent my time lepaking at stall, chit chatting non stop or breaking the fast with friends. I prefer to do it at home, with the comfort of my family. Immediately after my class, I sprinted back to home and have a good rest till the next working day. But still, I’ve said yes to my old schoolmate in Ampang for us to gather in one fine day. It has definitely become a must-do activity for us, but no complains here, as this is the right time in strengthening our ukhuwah.

And to makes things better, I didn’t go for shopping like previous years. I’ve decided to spend less on clothes, and start getting serious in buying a home. Now I’ve earned more, I think I could ask for a bigger bank loan to have my dream home.

Em, well we’ll see after a few months, wish I can steadfast in my new resolution (even I couldn’t believe myself when anything associating with shopping).

Happy Ramadhan

Puasa has come…and as usual ive listed down all the wish list during Ramadhan in order to become a better muslimah. The list is quite long but it is seems hard to fulfill it, don’t know why as we know the Satan is not nearby. Maybe I’m a Satan myself that the Satan doesn’t need to waste their time on me anymore. Or perhaps the Satan needs little effort to nudge me into a wrong doings, just send the lowest rank army to be with me. As I remember my ustaz back in school, always mentioned that an Ulama needs a General Satan to force them into the dark side, unlike us.

Break the fast with my fellow classmate is indeed a wholesome experience. It was as if like we’re far from our family, living in a hostel. We share foods together, but by the time we got back to class, the mood was so somber. It is tiring, rush from the office and straight to the faculty then proceed with class until 9pm. By the time I reach home, bed is the first thing I jump into, and in sleep mode till sahur. Somehow, Nelly, my best friend told me to take it easy, it will be a laughing matters later on. She has done this for two Ramadhan, breaking fast during class, and yet she’s still alive. I really don’t know how she manages all this.

My alter ego, Sarah asks for a date for us, Farah and Nelly to break the fast together. We decided to have it on this Friday, but things didn’t work out as plan. I’ve just found out that I’ve a mid term exam on this Saturday, sigh, exam during fasting month is never a happy affairs for me. Sorry girls, lets do it later.

Anyway, Happy Ramadhan to all. May Allah bless us all.