now that I come to realise that I post an entry once in a month! see, how lazy I am?
talking about months, now is the month of ramadhan. tho I was born in the month of May, I was also born in the month of Ramadhan but I dun know the exact date. Tskk, got to ask my Mak about it--*that doesn't meant I was born twice, Okay? haha*
So, it means that I can celebrate my birthday this month, right? Hmmm... twenty years ago, in the very same (ramadhan)month, I troubled my Mak cuz I wanted to see the world. Thanx to me, she got to qada' her puasa for only-she-knows how many days. Haha... Sorry n thanx, Mak! =)
I also come into the conclusion that the reason why I love to eat dates (buah kurma la...) is because my Mak ate a lot of buah kurma when she was pregnant with me during the Ramadhan.
Yes, I love to eat kurma but weird enough, kurma became less favoured by me when it comes to the time to bukak puasa(because of the other food for bukak puasa I bought from bazaar ramadhan). Ya, I know... it's sunnah to break the fast with kurma, miss nur faridah! there's a short circuit in my brain... I'm such a bad person...
I have a lot of reasons to enjoy the month of Ramadhan and one of them is that I suddenly become a braver person in this particular month. why? simple: bcuz of the absence of Syaitan, I know that there's no ghost around.
Ramadhan is indeed a peaceful month.
On the other way around, September reminds me of the month when the meaning of the word 'peace' being faded out from the dictionary when it's attached to the word 'world'. September was the starting point. in simple words, I hate Mr. 'Semak Samun' (get it translated to English)
and his anti-terrorism-konon policy. cheitt!!! podah!
