It’s unlike any other Syawal we have celebrated before.
“Bestnya balik kampung… Ummi…”
Pok Teh and his bright nieces.
Like father like son. (Ayoh Teh & Amirul)
Dad and his grand child #5 Alimah.
Cousinship. Cousinhood? Of Paya Datu.
Then we headed to Teh’s.
Cheery mostly but somber at times. We knew who we missed the most immediately.
“Cik Ya wants duit raya also… “
Men complain that the ladies herd around shoes and handbags. Well we do that around engines and gadgets. Only less frequent.😛
At Cik De’s for a while in Kg. Batin. Life moves on.
It’s also the shortest Syawal I spent in Terengganu.
It might have been best Ramadhan I’ve ever delivered. For the first time I truly felt I won over the control of within.
But I have no more words to describe this Syawal. Except that… it was unlike any other Syawal that we have celebrated. And it will never be the same. Ever.