Bittersweet Syawal

My Little Cousins

Syawal is a month where a proud Muslim will celebrate it with happiness and gratefulness as Ramadhan passed by. Syawal has its own feeling. And I’m always looking forward to feel it. The sense and smell of reward, forgiveness, money [!!] makes me appreciate this month every time it arrives. Variety of foods, family gathering, convoy, family reunion [ouch!! I don’t even remember those far relatives. There are too many of them, I can hardly recognize each and everyone specifically], a lot of streaking and owh, duit raya for sure.

Yet, this year’s Syawal is not as fun as past years. The foods, the smells, the feelings are the same. But it lack one thing: my very own lil’ brother. Yea, yea he’s in India, studying like nerds to become a doctor. But heck he is my brother and I miss him badly. My mum didn’t cry in front of us siblings but deep inside I know she was torn apart. When my cousin first departed to Kiwi’s, I felt a little blues but now that my own brother is not here in front of my eyes, it hurts… a lot. But then it is for good.

Yet again, I had so much fun. I eat almost everything on the table, I drink fuzzy-to-fancy drinks, convoy [routine every year], running around foolishly, teasing my cousin till they laugh all right and visiting people that I don’t even know. I think I’ve gain 5 pound which is called as ‘pound of happiness’ and yea I am happy.

I really hope that everyone dear to me feel happy and content all the time. Trouble is a friend but I know somehow the people I love will get over it and live life happily ever after. Hope this year and years to come will bring the goodness in all people that I care about. Amen..