puasa

speaking of puasa, my mom told me a story of how when i was very little on my first day of puasa.

i came back from kindergarten, all tired and grouchy and famished, and i just dropped my bag at the front door and lied down there on the floor crying.

my mom asked, "kenapa ni??" and i said, "lapaaaaaaaaarr... aaaaaaaaaarrrr" and then i cried again - meraung-raung, quothed my mom.

then my neighbor saw me, and said, "ehhhh bagi la budak tu makan!"

and my mom, in exasperation, said, "dah suruh makan dah tapi nangis-nangis pun dia nak puasa gak!"

i cried, i slept, ate when the time finally came, and slept again. haven't missed a day of puasa ever since.

that was my first ramadan. and that's me: cranky, moody, determined, and degil cam siot.