My First Day Of Syawal: 'Selamat Hari Raya!'

... or should I say 'Happy Eid Ul-Fitr'! It has been quite awhile, huh, since I posted something in here. Actually, I was (still am) so busy with school things. They were suffocating! I can't even breathe properly during those times.

           Anyway, the reason why I wrote this post today is so that I could post some pictures to show you about my 'Raya'. So, on the first day of Syawal (the month after Ramadhan), we woke up late that day. To be specific, 6:45 am. Usually, we woke up earlier than that. So, it was a chaos. In the morning. Everything were unprepared. After we got ourselves prepared, we had to wait for my brother and his wife. We arrived at my uncle's (eldest uncle) house at roughly 8 in the morning. That was late for us.

           So, we had arrived and our theme for that year was BLACK AND RED. Yup, except for my dad who went for GREEN since he didn't like BLACK. He said, it was like we're attending a funeral or something. The first thing we did when we arrived at my uncle's house, was ate. (Except for the girls in my family who went for 'taking photographs'. Plenty of them. I'll prove it to ya.)

My family were eating. We were the last family to come at the gathering.

Some more eating. The woman in the red 'tudung' is my sister while the woman next to her is my mum.
Remember when I said, we went for BLACK.
The man in the green 'baju melayu' is my dad and the one in black next to him is my younger brother.

We're eating!

         In the meantime, while I was eating, the girls (and some boys) in my big family went for another round of photographing. Let me tell you. The girls in my big family is tiring. It's not that I have some bad relationship with them, although part of me wants to admit that. It's just that, there's something about them that cannot click well with me. It's hard to find someone who can go well with me, you know. It's very hard. When I thought I'd already found them, he or she kicks me to the curb. *sigh* Anyway, let's go on with the stories.

My sister and her family. All black and red, huh?

There are all my cousins! And believe me when I say it's only half of them.
I have many cousins. ^.^

The mothers of my humongous family.
From upper left, Ucu, my sister-in-law, Siti (Wait for a minute, she's not a mother), Mak Ngah, Ateh, Mak Itam.
From lower left, Mak Long and my dear mum.

My aunt, Mak Long's family.

My uncle, Pak Itam's family.

My aunt, Ucu's family.

Here the girls again! Wait, is that Haziq?

        After all the photography session, we moved on to the most important thing we always do in Hari Raya. The forgiving part. We would shake hands with every members of the family and asked them for forgiveness. It might sound weird to those who haven't had this tradition since they were a toddler, but it is emotional at times. Though it has never made me cries before.

The round started with the oldest member of the family.
In this case, it's my first uncle and aunt, Pak Long and Mak Long.

It was the turn for the children and teens. This is the time we usually got our 'duit raya'.
FYI, I got RM50 in the first day. Nice for someone who's almost an adult.

My brother, Shafi and her wife, Siti.

         After that, we went to the cemetery. We read suratul Yasin  in front of our past-family members' graves. FYI, I had a sister who died still-born. If she was alive this day, she would be 18, a year older than me. How I wish that more than anything? Anyway, after the visit to the grave, we went to my other relative house. There, we had another breakfast.

Let me tell you one secret. My family LOVES to eat.
As long there's some empty space in our stomach, until then, we'll stuff them until we can't eat anymore.

My cousin, Hidayah and my younger brother, Ayol.

The little sweetheart of my family, my youngest niece (yet).
Nur Hannah Arisya

My mum and Siti.

My sister, Anna and her husband. Work it out!

        After hanging around in Pasir Panjang, my father's village, we headed to Kuala Sungai Baru, my mother's village. Since my grandma passed away a couple of years ago, we've gathered in my first aunt, whom I called Mak Yoh. We ate again. Here, I wass more estranged to my cousins than I am in my father's side. I actually have a very bad relationship with some of them. Reason. Unknown.

         Liar! You do know.

At my aunt, Mak Yoh's house.

            So, that's all that happened in my first day of Syawal. We went home after that, exhausted and tired as hell and slept all the evening. It was a long day but in a short period of time. 

              If you do realize, I am not in any of the pictures above. That is because I'm not that kinda girl. I really hate being photographed. Me and Pictures just don't click. ^.^  However, there are some of the pictures that I approved although I hate to release it.

I was PINK and RED and BLACK that day.  Peace YO!

          So, that's all happened for my first day of Syawal. It was a nice day but somehow not that special to me. Lately, days seem so bland for me. Thus, I'm not blaming anyone for my moody mood that day. That is all that I could say for now. See ya later.

PINK and RED and BLACK girl,

Liely

P.S. For my second day of Syawal, we got lost somewhere in Malacca's countryside. In the forest. Looking for my father's friend's house. But you know what, I love being lost in a car with my parents. It's cool. But the funny side is, no matter how many times we went to my relative home in Sungai Putat, Malacca, we will somehow lost in our way home. For hours. ^.^