I really have to apologise for the apparent lack of activity in my blog throughout Ramadhan. It’s not that life has suddenly stood still for me, but work and the usual routine what one would normally associate on doing during this month once dusk settles, is too common to be typed about. And I certainly do not like to talk about what I do during this month, which is between me and HIM. As for other activities like shopping for Hari Raya and stuff related to it or breaking fasts, I think everyone else experiences the same thing and again it’s something I avoid talking about as it might reflect a showing-off attitude as to how my house would look like.
Plus Iftars are not my cup of tea. There’s no fun breaking fast with good company only to stop halfway to observe our responsibilities. I’d rather hang out once the last prayer for the night is observed. And if the Singapore Singtel F1 Grand Prix seemed to be the flavour of the past week, then I’m not a fan of it one bit since I do not understand the rationale behind paying thousands just to sit on the stands and watch the cars zip by in seconds. The only thing I looked forward to the event was if Ferrari were to win and I would enjoy topping up my petrol tank with Shell‘s V-Power this weekend, which would have dropped to the same price as Formula 98. Looks like I have to wait for their next win somewhere.
Tomorrow, we end 30 days of abstaining from hunger and thirst, from cravings and vices, from bad habits to bad characters. Year in year out, I will always feel a certain degree of sadness on the last day of Ramadhan and reflect whether I have done enough to earn a place in Jannah, what more not having to suffer the pain of my soul leaving my body, which is likened to 300 swords stabbing you all at once, nor whatever punishments that await once the last funeral sender has taken his seventh step away from my grave. Cos really, we cannot see the future and dunno if this would be our last Ramadhan or not. Every minute that ebbs away is one step closer to our graves.
But this is not a time of sadness, neither do I want to scare nor sadden you with what lies in store for every human being that walks this Earth. This is a time to celebrate victory, a victory that signifies our win against our ills and vices, a victory that showcases our strength to overcome the odds 13 and a half hours daily for 30 days and hope that it would spill over for the next 11 months and beyond. But let’s celebrate this victory in moderation and not one of extravagance. I’m sure in this time where the economy is making us tighten our belts, the mature side of us kicks in. And I’m sure a majority of us would do well to look after our respective budgets.
So after all that is said and done, I would like to take this opportunity to wish one and all Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. May the prayers, Qur’an recitations, Zikr, alms-giving and any extra deeds you have done over the course of the month be rewarded amply with a place in Jannah. I would also like to apologise if any of my words or actions were deemed hurtful to any of you reading my blog or through knowing me in the course of your lifetime. We say farewell to Ramadhan but definitely we hope to meet it again and again and again, Insya-Allah, and I hope you share my sentiments as well…