i seldom write. this is due to many reasons -time, sensitivity, procrastination. but i always feel better whenever i do. helps me think and reflect. while many end up as drafts, some actually made it out. my ideas, arguments and thoughts, out and about. i find it, in its own way, refreshing and romantic.
Friday, March 13, 2015
Friday Feast
Friday Feast.
When i was a kid, I never quite liked Fridays. Because that's the day we have to cut our nails( i always wanted them long like Madonna's), Ustazah mengaji would come over and the weather is always hot (i remember thinking that's the reason it got its name, Fry-Day). But the great thing about Fridays is, we always have a feast. Friday means good lunch. Since it's the weekend, and we have later lunchtime, we have more time to prepare a good feast compared to other days.
Even when we don't cook, it used to be the day my father brings back Nasi Biryani. I love Nasi Biryani.
Well, now that i'm older, i've learned that Fridays is so much more than feasting. Especially as a Muslim. It is jammed packed with goodness and blessings that it has grown to be my favourite day of the week. Eventhough it's still really hot sometimes...
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