Tag: Syawal

  • A Story On The First Day Of Syawal

    A Story On The First Day Of Syawal

    A CONVERSATION ON THE FIRST OF SHAWWAL

    ISYAK: They came for me at the Masjid every night in Ramadhan… every night! I really thought they came for me. And I only realised I was wrong when our guest Mr Tarawih told me that they came for him and not me. I mean.. come on.. Im wajib and he’s sunnat..

    MAGHRIB: Me too bro… they were anxiously waiting for me to come every evening! They actually memorised my arrival time man! I was so happy until Mr Iftar told me they were waiting for him and not me.

    SUBUH: You guys should be thankful… They only came for me in the Masjid in the last 10 nights of Ramadhan. I thought they came for me but realised I was wrong when Mr Laylatul Qadr told me they came for him. And the saddest part was yesterday on 1st Shawwal. So many came although they were late. So many of them came. It was more than the numbers who came for Mr Jumaat. And then I realised they came for Mr Eid. Not me.

    LAYLATUL QADR: And those who knew my story, they only came on 5 of the odd nights, not 10. Imagine if Allah had revealed to them my actual date!

    ZUHUR & ASAR: [Silent, not understanding a single thing]

     

    Source: Aydarus Alhabshi

  • Eid As A Struggling Single Twenty Something

    Eid As A Struggling Single Twenty Something

    As a child, I used to love celebrating Eid. I dreaded the fasting month of Ramadhan but I looked forward to new clothes, eating scrumptious rendang and ketupat, and of course, for many Asian kids – the collection of green packets filled with dollar dollar bills. Apart from visiting close relatives on the first day of Eid, you get to spend another day in Syawal with your closest friends from school visiting their houses.

    It was kinda cool to bring your friends over when you were ten years old, dressed in the traditional baju kurung going around the neighbourhood and coming home at the end of the day with your bag bursting with green packets. You would know which house gave the envelope, and if you get at least $5 from that house, you’re definitely going back there again the year after.

    As I grew older, however, the enjoyment of Eid started to fade away. At fifteen, I despised celebrating Eidulfitri. Eidulftri would be torturous for me since I had to appeased my newly divorced parents – I couldn’t spend more than 2 hours at my dad’s place or I’ll never hear the end of my mum’s wrath. My sisters were busy with their own families, making sure they visit the in-laws before making their way to my mum’s. And for some reason, you start not liking your relatives. I remember bursting out at my sister for coming so late int the afternoon and my make up was already ruined from the frustration of waiting around. The first day of Eid as a hormonal teenager was basically me playing the waiting game.

    Eid started to change as I entered my twenties. While it was still as boring as when I was a teenager, I began to prepare the house the house willingly. I bought flowers, new cushion covers, and occasionally curtains to slowly make the house into a home. I volunteered help in the kitchen, making sure I picked up my mum’s recipes to her signature Eid dishes and perfecting them. I made cookies and sweet treats to offer to the guests coming over to my place and made sure there were all sorts of drinks available for them.

    As much as I wish Eid is better now as I enter my mid-twenties, I realised that an awkward Eid is a common predicament between peers of my age. Perhaps it’s the having to part with copious amounts of money during the festive period – spending for the house and family, green packets for the little ones, awkward conversations with aunts and uncles who seem to nitpick on every aspect of your life. Or maybe it has got to do with spending Eid as a single woman, wondering when you’d be able to prepare for Eid excitedly for your kids and husband. Whatever the reason is, Eid as a struggling single twenty something is just plain boring.

    I make do with baking cookies, cakes and occasionally help my mum prepare the traditional dishes we feast on the morning of Eid. House chores like literally scrubbing the floors get my mind off the fact that each Eid is the same as before – lonesome and boring. I try getting away from celebrating Eid by going to work, but I feel bad for my mum. Though to be honest, I’m quite happy working while everyone else celebrates.

    One day, I’ll wake up on the morning of Eid excited to head to the mosque, dress my family up and head out for the rounds of visiting. One day, I’ll learn to appreciate the merry-making and spamming of family photos on Facebook and Instagram. One day, I’ll teach my daughter how to prepare the raya dishes and get my son to wash the windows and fix the curtains up. One day, I’ll be on my knees on the morning of Eid, with my head buried in my husband’s hand, asking for forgiveness and perhaps shedding a tear or two.

    One day, that happy family portrait of mine will be hung on my wall just in time for Eid.

    For now, I’ll be contented with spending the morning of Eid at home, with a cup of coffee and a bowl of lontong, watching reruns of Bujang Lapok on the telly with my three cats.

    Eid Mubarak everyone.

     

    Source: https://sharmeee.com

  • From A Non-Muslim To Muslims: May The Blessed Month Of Ramadan Be Upon You Once Again

    From A Non-Muslim To Muslims: May The Blessed Month Of Ramadan Be Upon You Once Again

    Ramadhan and Aidil Fitri

    Ive talked to 3 friends yesterday. As a non Muslim, i ignorantly told them “tahan lagi! One more day and you dont have to fast!”

    To my suprise, all three reprimanded me. I honestly thought they would say “insya Allah!”. Nope. Instead, they, on separate occassions, told me the same thing along this line :” no! I will miss Ramadhan and the fasting. It was a beautiful experience and i cant wait for the next Ramadhan to come!”

    Long have we live under the same roof and yet we couldnt truly empathize or understand the true feelings of each other. I am quite confident that most non-Muslim friends, out of good will, would have thought that our Muslims friends and family will find relief towards the end of Ramadhan, assuming that fasting is some sort of hardship to them.

    Most Muslim however will reply you quite the otherwise, that the fasting month really give them peace, solace, and is definitely a privilege to look forward to.

    I then recalled Monyet King (now Pisang Raja)’s story about his maid, who never fast when she was back jn indonesia, but fasted religiously as she starts her work here in KL. The reason was simple: back in Indonesia she survived as a poor hard labour and needed to eat to work so that her family can be fed. Now that she has a better life in malaysia she can then indulge in her religious obligation to fast, of which she did so voluntarily and jovially.

    The Ramadhan is truly a humbling month for all to enjoy. The annual affair reminds muslim to be forgiving, patience, and to empathize with the less fortunate. Working in a 99% Muslim organization, i must say that i felt their effort in improving their “zahir” and “batin”. I felt their peace, their forgiveness, and patience. It is a beautiful reminder to all.

    Another friend told me, she looked forward to ramadhan more so than syawal’s aidil fitri. Reason is simple : Ramadhan gave her peace and she found solace with The Creator through her efforts of humbling herself. Syawal Aidil Fitri on the otherhand is just another festive and cultural celebration disproportionately blown up through heavy capitalism, consumerism, and commercialization.

    A true muslim, she said, will appreciate Ramadhan more than the Eid, and i tend to concur with her.

    Now that ramadhan has come to an end, I hope the month long of endurance and peace would extend to all mankind throughout the year.

    Selamat Hari Raya aidil Fitri and May the next blessed and holy month of Ramadhan reach all of us in no time.

     

    Source: Tai Zee Kin

  • Muslims Open House To Spread Hari Raya Cheer

    Muslims Open House To Spread Hari Raya Cheer

    Muslims opened their homes to friends and relatives as part of Hari Raya Aidilfitri festivities yesterday but some even invited strangers.

    Sikh, Christian and Hindu guests tucked into briyani and curry in Ms Noor Mastura’s home in Serangoon, taking turns at the table with a steady stream of relatives.

    Ms Mastura, 26, invited them through the SG Muslims for Eid initiative, which she started last year.

    The scheme aims to link up Muslim households celebrating the festival with people of other faiths, and Muslims who want to join in the celebrations but have nowhere to go.

    “The whole idea of Eid is to spread joy,” said Ms Mastura, a flight attendant. “The first day is an important day and it’s usually a family affair for the closest relatives and friends, but we wanted to let guests experience customs like the Eid prayer, and going home to ask for forgiveness from elders.”

    A total of 16 hosts and eight guests signed up for the initiative, which is modelled on a similar idea that the Humans of New York street photography project in the United States came up with for Christmas.

    One of the three guests who visited Ms Mastura’s home yesterday was polytechnic student Parvitar Singh, 19, who was experiencing Hari Raya in a Muslim household for the first time. “It’s an honour to be here and to see how Noor’s family comes together, how there is so much respect between her and her elders, and to experience their love and hospitality,” he said.

    He said he signed up for the event to learn more about other cultures and faiths. “Recent attacks around the world made me realise that it’s very important to come together as a society,” he said.

    Ms Mastura and co-organisers Dhaniah Suhana, 29, a student, and Haider Amir, 31, a sales manager, said they started their society – Interfaith Youth Circle – to provide opportunities for deeper interfaith engagement, and to give young people a safe space to share their views.

    They also organise activities such as monthly group discussions on different religious texts.

    Mosques all over the island saw one of their busiest days yesterday.

    At Al-Huda Mosque in Bukit Timah, relatives of mosque chairman Azman Kassim and long-time volunteers laid out prayer mats and prepared lontong – a vegetable stew with rice cakes – for 1,000 people.

    “It’s become a family tradition,” said Mr Azman, 55, whose parents and some of their brood of 78 – including grandchildren and great- grandchildren – were helping out.

    His nephew, Mr Zulqarnain Zulkiflee, 31, who helps looks after the mosque’s social media presence, said: “For those who pray at this mosque, it’s a challenge to come here because they have moved farther away, but the kampung spirit keeps bringing them back.”

     

    Source: www.straitstimes.com

  • Gay Muslim: Blessed, Parents Accept Me And Partner, Celebrating Aidilfitri Together

    Gay Muslim: Blessed, Parents Accept Me And Partner, Celebrating Aidilfitri Together

    This year Raya is gonna special to me and my partner. It’s our third Raya together as a couple. I come from a Super duper sporting and open minded BIG Malay family while my partner come from a traditional Taiwanese Chinese family.

    Me and my partner has been together for close to 4 years and our age gap is 12 years apart thus he and my parents age gap with him isn’t that far. 3 years ago when I introduced him to my whole family of 8,my mum likes him a lot and even ask him to call her “Mak Cik” instead of Sister (Mum younger bro is younger than my partner) Since then on every Hari Raya eve my mum will specially cooks Chicken Rendang (Partner don’t eat beef) for him and ask me to bring it over to his place on Raya eve and spend time together.(I wrote a post about my mum during Hari Raya 2 years ago)

    Dad on the other hand shows love in a different kind. Well, me and my partner travels a lot during our free time. Dad works as a driver, there was a time where my dad makes an effort to find out about our trip and our flight arrival time where he will wait for us at the airport to welcome and send us home!!

    Mum always reminds me that “if you love someone love doesn’t see any age,gender or race. I’m always happy for you no matter who you are or who you love.”

    Well this year Raya will definetely be a memorable one coz my parents insistently requested me to invite my partner home to break fast together on the eve of Raya! My partner was initially shy about the whole idea but well since it’s his “in laws” request, he can’t turn them down mah.

    Despite my parents not being educated and rich ,I feel blessed to have them and I’m thankful that they accepted me and my partner! I love you Mak & Bapak!

    To end it off,here’s wishing all my Muslim LGBT mates a SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!

     

    Source: GLBT Voices Singapore