Reasons number one. You have your entire family to berbuka and bersahur with you (exception to you, kakngah since you’re in KMB). Usually your friend will wake you up for sahur or vice versa but here, you have your mum. But after a while, the giddy feeling starts to wear off when your mum shouts at you sbb susah sgt nk bangun sahur. But still, it is priceless. :)
Reasons number two. Even without Ramadhan coming, being at home once a year makes you realize more on little things around your house. And your loved ones. The last time you check, there’s no hint of white on your dad’s hair. The last time you check, only kakngah manages to outgrow you, height-wise. The last time you check, your mum doesn’t look as tired as she looks now. So, these entire things make you realize how long you have been away from home and how many things you have missed here. And ohhh. The weddings that I missed. My aunt’s wedding, my mom’s cousin’s wedding and my cousin’s engagement.
Reasons number three. You missed soooo much watching your little sisters and brother growing up. After all, they’re not so little anymore eyh?
With that, my train of thoughts stops here. Dah lupa nak tulis apa lagi. Here's a little something for you. :)
Insaf's briyani madu
my mak tok's chapati
p/s: this might due to the fact it’s 21 days left before I get myself on a plane to Canada and the fact that I’m not looking forward to it. The love I have studying there is the only thing that ties me and that place nowadays. Given choices, I don’t want to go back. I’m happy and contented here. ;)
Pp/s: What is it with the Malaysian-Syrian tudung style nowadays? With bonjol tinggi kat blkg kepala. What did you guys put inside there eh? Not many people have long hairs to make a bun that big. Sorry. It’s just pure curiosity.