The first day of Raya..my true love (HIM) gave to me..

1. A blissful morning to heed HIS calling.
2. A day of visitation by my loved ones...to rekindle those faded ties. Allhamdulillah.
3. A blessed visit to the one that needs lots of TLC, tender, loving, care. The pain she suffers is for us to acknowledge and the burden is to be shared.

This year, I had a very different emotional acceptance towards Syawal. No more merry merry Raya...it seems that as I gets older, the excitement of Syawal seems not to resurface. No more splurging on new accessories to beautify myself, or home necessities/ accessories...no more. Will it resurface again? Missing Ramadhan more...too late to dwell on those wasted times..with hopes more Ramadhans to come. Insya Allah.

When Syawal comes, the absence of those dear to u, makes ur tear valve turn on to its maximum level...knowing that they are awake from their peaceful rest. Their pain is our joy. We realized it but we forgot it.