(this is a late post.. i know.. i wrote it on the third day of Eid, but only now I would want to save this on my blog.. hee~)
Assalamualaikum,
It’s the third day of Eid.
Classes are still on today. (actually, i only have one hour lecture today). Am not really keen to go, but i have to.
Exam is in about three weeks time. The lecturers are still struggling to finish the syllabus.
(Well actually, they usually finish teaching in a weeks’ time prior to the exam.. do’oh~)
Eid had been fun this year. I had friends coming over, and spending the night. (at least the room’s not as boring as the usual).
We had lots to eat, many sparkles to play, and more stories to share.
We stayed up cooking.. baking.. chatting.. laughing our hearts out.. on Eid’e eve.. (that’s the best part, i have to say)
The Eid morning was revolving so fast for me. I woke up early to cook ‘nasi tomato’, but still finding myself not enough time to get ready for Eid prayers.
But as fast as the time was passing by, I was much faster. (lol.)
Managed to get ready on time. I made my friends wait for me.
Alhamdulillah, we arrived at the bilal’s iqamah to start the congregation solat. (we’re good, aren’t we? heh~)
We had to pray outside since many number of Muslims came earlier (obviously). But that’s fine. It is after all, the usual.
After salam, the imam was giving the usual Eid khutbah. But something else caught my attention. (not that i was not paying attention. I was.. honest)
A mother was carrying her crying baby child while pushing a stroller out of the mosque. Her other child, a boy was also busy asking the dad (or i assume) for the car’s key.
And i wonder, how helpful can a toddler be?
Still keeping my eyes on the boy, i saw him walking through the millions of people that was sitting and concentrating on the khutbah to get from his mother to his father. Many times. Without even complaining.
Getting what he wanted from the father, he then rushed through the many people again to help his mother. While the mother was carrying the baby on one hand, and pushing the stroller using the other,
this boy helped open the gigantic (obviously heavy) door to help his mother through.
And i remember wondering, how helpful can a toddler be? But this one toddler proves to be a great help. I bet the parents are really proud of him, for raising such a fine gentleman.
(mode: scared of being a parent.. erk~ *bite nails*)
Well, i guess this entry is long enough. I would need to prepare for this wednesday’s test. Pray for me, huh? (thanks, you’re so nice.. *grins*)
catcha later~
