As counting down the days before Ramadhan, I was reminded of my childhood Ramadhan memories. All honour and glory to God. For Muslims, Ramadhan is similar to a real feast, where we can find peace. My parents used to take me and my family to the Masjid Kulim to perform tarawih every night when I was a child. There are a lot of people I meet there. As a result, every time after iftar, I will pack up some of kuih that my mom made. We used to have a tradition to make a traditional kuih every day before iftar like buah melaka, karipap Arab as our dessert.
While remembering those memories, I recall one night when I was with my friends on the Masjid's level 2 balcony. There, we were all playing hide and seek. (Though I know we should be praying Tarawih at that time, but we were just kids.) Kids are supposed to be playing all the time, right? One of my friends yelled for us to look at something when we were playing. We dashed over to him and gathered to see what he was up to.
There was a bright moon in the sky. Not just any white, but a massive pure white that makes us look like a tiny creature from behind. But then, it quickly becomes strange. The colour gradually changes to an orange-reddish hue. It also seems to be frightening. One of my mates began to weep shortly after that. She started confessing her wrongdoings, hoping for something I'm not sure about. Perhaps it's just for a sense of relief. As a result of the same thinking with her, we all end up confessing our own sins to each other.
Begging for forgiveness but from the wrong way. Hahaha. We should apologise to the one who had made sin, but instead, we kept confessing to each other. I still remember when one of my friends told me while crying badly, saying that he stole his mom's 20sen to buy popsicles. After hearing that, I'm ended crying too and confess back to him that I stole more than him which is 40 sen just to buy candies. What a bad girl of me. If I can turn back time, I will tell my little me to go join my mom performing tarawih instead of confessing sins to my friends. Haha. It's too shameful to recall back those memories.
And well, time flies too fast. It has been almost 10 years since I moved to another neighbourhood. What makes me sad the most was that it had been 10 years since me being a part with my friends. My tarawih in the new mosque was not the same as in the past. I had not brought any kuih to Tarawih anymore cause everyone here was new to me. And yet I am a grown-up lady now. I just miss all my friends and those memories. I pray that all of them will be granted the greatest blessings during this coming Ramadhan. Even we are being apart, I believe dua's won't separate us.
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