MY EID AL-FITR-2011/1432

At Isis for Eid Prayer. With Nabila, ate Ints, Okta, ate Nesren and Ashley

Kids at play in our hometown

Ready to rock and roll..

Go forward. Keep paddling man! (The river turned brown coz it's rainy seascon)

We were in race . Look!! Bunso fell out of the boat.

The fun is over!! Pose

There you go Dhadz..Her arrival!!

This is the busiest and happiest eid al-fitr since time immemorial. ahmm...let's put it this way, the happiest and busiest as far as my memory is concerned. As usual, we performed our eid prayer at ISIS. Its a place where I can meet some of fellow bros and sis or shall I call them akhawat and shabab. The khatib was my grandfather, Abu Annas. The khutbah was uplifting according to my okta. Honestly, I haven't grasped the whole deliverance of khutbah coz my head was busy eyeing some of friends if they were there. Alhamdulillah, some of there were there and its great saying salam and embracing them with all your heart like there is no plasticity. Let's not forget     pictorial.:D

That was catching up with friends. After eid prayer, we rushed to our hometown. This is in fact our family tradition. We get together;enjoying the food and some short talks.  However, what makes it momentous are the activities set in spontaneity. There were singing, games, and many more. This is indeed a real Muslim fiest, Farhatul eid.   

After family-together, we drove to CDO. What's the plan?....Actually, my okta wanted experience and tried to insist on zip line (Dahilayan) adventure, on the other hand, ate Iba and my auntie Mema opt to go rafting. Yet, my campaign on rafting sank in them. I told them that ecstatic feeling in rafting is something cannot describe that you have to experience yourself to feel it. blah blah blah...You see? There you go. I was an awe that even my nephews and nieces joined the league. ASTIG. Alhamdulillah...They enjoyed it. Their experience was indescribable to the point of hearing their stories repeatedly. not THEIR but US. :D

What's the next agendum? Going to airport to pick my niece, Bahja, arriving from Kuwait.

That was hectic yet so much fun.