I was walking with my friends, former roommate and current roommate here in Depok, on our way to MUI to do taraweeh prayer when there were bunch of kids waiting for firecrackers to explode. Small scale of fire were lit, but the sound of explosion scared us a little. And as I am typing this, another one just exploded -_-
"When I was younger, I only played with small fireworks and colorful candles", I made a sudden commentary as we continued to walk.
"Me too", Dyta agreed with what I just said.
We talked about something else as we passed the rail heading to the mosque, but my mind wandered to years ago when I was in elementary school and always looked forward to Ramadan month, the holiest month in Islamic calendar. No, not the part where we fast from dawn to sunset, because I once witnessed my friends intentionally drink a glass of water in the afternoon and recite "Astaghfirullah" for a 100 times ๐๐
(not me, I am proud to say I never broke the fast unless I was sick). But the part where after we broke the fast with delicious and typical food in Ramadan, did Magrib prayer, and we played outside to light the candles on our fence and fired up fireworks and hung them on trees or just swirled them up in the air. My neighbors and I were about the same age, so we played together outside at night until it is time to do Isya and taraweeh prayer. And we got to listen the talk from Ustads and wrote down the notes on this special book.
Aah, how time flies..
Elementary school was the best of times. We got to play a lot, friends played outside, and there were a lot of us! Everything changed when we got into 6th grade and they focused to pass the school exams, and continued to junior high school where puberty hit and things just changed between girls and boys. But Ramadan stayed the same. We went to our neighborhood mushola, even got to learn there from dawn to noon to learn more about Islam, because in 2004 the government started this "Pesantren Kilat Ramadan" program where for a month we didn't study at school, but to learn more about Islam in our neighborhood mosques/mushola. I just loove those times...
And now, since I moved from my hometown to this city to continue my study and to work, Ramadan is not the same. It's just, not the right ambiance. I always associated Ramadan with my hometown, my family, my friends, the food.. Who broke the fast with oily fritters? Apparently only Jakartans because those are the common food for ta'jil here -_- I want my sweet and delicious cuisine for Iftar. I want to go taraweeh and hear the lecture in Minangnese. I even miss the heat I use to feel every Ramadan in Padang.
But fear not, after 3 years I finally can feel my favorite atmosphere again. Thank you, Government for setting up the mass leave from 11-20 June. Because in 2016 and 2017, I went back home when the Ramadan was over.
My only concern is that the pilots of the airline I'm gonna use is planning to do a strike on the peak flow of homecoming. Please do it on another day, just, please..
"When I was younger, I only played with small fireworks and colorful candles", I made a sudden commentary as we continued to walk.
"Me too", Dyta agreed with what I just said.
We talked about something else as we passed the rail heading to the mosque, but my mind wandered to years ago when I was in elementary school and always looked forward to Ramadan month, the holiest month in Islamic calendar. No, not the part where we fast from dawn to sunset, because I once witnessed my friends intentionally drink a glass of water in the afternoon and recite "Astaghfirullah" for a 100 times ๐๐
(not me, I am proud to say I never broke the fast unless I was sick). But the part where after we broke the fast with delicious and typical food in Ramadan, did Magrib prayer, and we played outside to light the candles on our fence and fired up fireworks and hung them on trees or just swirled them up in the air. My neighbors and I were about the same age, so we played together outside at night until it is time to do Isya and taraweeh prayer. And we got to listen the talk from Ustads and wrote down the notes on this special book.
Aah, how time flies..
Elementary school was the best of times. We got to play a lot, friends played outside, and there were a lot of us! Everything changed when we got into 6th grade and they focused to pass the school exams, and continued to junior high school where puberty hit and things just changed between girls and boys. But Ramadan stayed the same. We went to our neighborhood mushola, even got to learn there from dawn to noon to learn more about Islam, because in 2004 the government started this "Pesantren Kilat Ramadan" program where for a month we didn't study at school, but to learn more about Islam in our neighborhood mosques/mushola. I just loove those times...
And now, since I moved from my hometown to this city to continue my study and to work, Ramadan is not the same. It's just, not the right ambiance. I always associated Ramadan with my hometown, my family, my friends, the food.. Who broke the fast with oily fritters? Apparently only Jakartans because those are the common food for ta'jil here -_- I want my sweet and delicious cuisine for Iftar. I want to go taraweeh and hear the lecture in Minangnese. I even miss the heat I use to feel every Ramadan in Padang.
But fear not, after 3 years I finally can feel my favorite atmosphere again. Thank you, Government for setting up the mass leave from 11-20 June. Because in 2016 and 2017, I went back home when the Ramadan was over.
My only concern is that the pilots of the airline I'm gonna use is planning to do a strike on the peak flow of homecoming. Please do it on another day, just, please..
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