A Different Taste
“Happy Eid Mubarak everyone…!!! I do apologize for all the things I’ve thought, said and done, which might offense or even hurt you.”
Yup…last week I celebrated the Eid Mubarak. Not so much different, really. The only difference was that I had it here, in Melbourne, without my extended big family. A bit weird, though. Knowing that I was only surrounded by my husband and friends. Anyway, it’s not the only thing that I called a different taste…
Right from the beginning of the fasting month, I had already felt the difference, actually. I used to be there, where most people do the same thing like me during the holy month: fasting. I thought I really missed my homecountry for a couple of days. The place where people respect those who are fasting, where I can feel the atmosphere, where I can hear adzan, tadarus and prayer each day…the things that I hardly find in here…
A week and a half before the Eid, my husband arrived to visit me. Thanks, honey…At least we had several days for sharing this new experience, fasting in the middle of many temptations for sure, hueheheee…
And finally the Eid’s come. I went to Uni for praying, but too bad, I was quite sad and disappointed, I must say. Starting from the crying babies who successfully made me unable to concentrate during my prayer, I know it’s such a common situation that I find almost every year, but for this time, it really makes me wondering. For those who let their children crying while they are praying, isn’t it weird? Isn’t it ego that we’re talking about? I do understand that they also don’t want to miss the chance to have shalatul Eid that day, but by letting their children crying besides them, disturbing others and even their own concentration? Isn’t it more valuable if they decide to “sacrifice” and chose to calm down the children and, at the same time, ”save” the others? I don’t know…Maybe I was so wrong…Maybe I would do the same thing once I have my own children…But, maybe I wouldn’t. Who knows…???
Another disappointment was when the khatib delivered his khotbah. I was in the middle of jamaah, and I knew that most of them were students, but I felt like being in the middle of the crowds of Vic Mart. Isn’t it, again, weird? Didn’t they know and understand that they were supposed to listening to the khotbah? Haven’t they grown up enough to shut their mouth up a little while so that their shalatul Eid that day wouldn’t be useless? At this point, I really missed my homecountry…where most things are valued in a way that they should be…
Anyway, I might be wrong, even so wrong. I do apologize if this post does offense any of you, guys. I’m just trying to be honest in what I’m thinking about a different taste I’ve seen, heard, felt, and experienced in here, that’s all…
“Once again, I do apologize for all the things I’ve thought, said and done, which might offense or even hurt you. Happy Eid Mubarak everyone…!!!”
