So I'm back out of nowhere in the blues to write down this post. It's the last 10 days of Ramadhan, which we call it the last 10 special days, which Muslims seek for Allah's blessings and forgiveness. Between these 10 nights, there is one night that is called Malam Lailatul Qadr.
Anyways, after so long I didn't go for Solat Terawikh, I finally had the heart to go tonight. I went a little bit late after my parents and took the car by myself. I prayed only 8 rakaat as usual.
*Sometimes I feel we youngsters should be ashamed of ourselves for doing only 8 rakaat, those makcik who are more older than us can do 20 rakaat almost every night.
When I reached home, saw my dad's car park outside, thought to myself, wow, that was fast dad u reached home.
" Ayah, today you only did 8 rakaat? Tired is it?"
"No laa, I went back after Isya' prayers, diarrhea ( cirit birit) on my way to the toilet, habis jubah putih ayah."
I wanted to laugh, but I thought it was rude, then my sister laughed first, so then I continued on.
Haha seriously, my dad was also laughing when he explained it all.
10 mintues later, he said,
" Can u help me cut those papayas and also watermelons?"
-_-
errrr.....okay.
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