Let me share something i just experienced just now.
.Suara Takbir.
Well,others experience it too, for sure.
As soon after Azan is heard, family ate.
We ate and ate.
Then came TAKBIR.
Bro broke down and went to the kitchen. Dad hug Mom and said everything's alright,dont cry kay. Sis was munching her chicken wing! =/
I just kept my thoughts to myself and ate slow.
As soon as everyone are done with dier plates,all went to their own rooms.
And TAKBIR was still on.
I found myself, sipping a cup of salty plain water.
I didnt know i was crying. I stare blankly into the glass.
I was taken back.
The day i was in the bus with late grandma's body and a few of my uncles.
I remembered i fullfill her last wish and how that look she gave when everyone had left and i was standing rooted, looking at her face; she looked down her hospital bed and smiled.
I knew i wouldnt see her again that night.
I wept like there's no tmr.
Then i think bout my friends, the one's whom loved one had passed away.
The plain water was getting saltier, yet i drink it.
As soon as i looked up, i saw my sis and my bro looking at me.
I kept quiet and went in the toilet to wipe my tears.
Ramadhan has passed, and Raya is here.
Take a time fellow muslims, remember the one's who are not here.
And now, feeling of hari raya is back.
Coz mum is smiling, dad is smiling,sis is smiling, bro is smiling.
Tears still.
"I miss Grandma"
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