sorry this is one of the many *first-time* digital camera shootings ler
Ke mana tak tumpahnya kuah kalau tak ke nasi?
Both Nenek and Arwah atuk showed us (my family, all my aunts and uncles and my cousins) the meaning of love and respect in line with the love of AlLah. Arwah atuk used to host religious kenduri for all of us to be reminded about our responsibility to AlLah(time and time again). We started off with Maghrib prayers (jamaah of course), then followed by Yaasin reading or tazkirah by Atuk himself or an invited Imam, and then Isya' prayer. Then all of us descended downstairs for dinner. I remembered I had to stuff my tummy first with the delicious herb and spicy fried chicken cooked by my aunts before Maghrib
Those were the happier days...May AlLah bless Atuk's soul. Al-Fatihah...
