It is called Eid in some parts of the world and here in Malaysia it is called as Hari Raya Puasa, I guess it is named after the fasting month whereby “puasa” in Malay means fasting. Being in a multi racial country, this day brings back a lot of good childhood memories as my neighbours were Muslim Malays and I can remember the goodies being sent over in the morning, dishes like ketupat and all the other mouth watering kueh would be served on a tray to our house in the morning.
But now since I live in an upmarket Township and also there aren’t many Malays in my neighbourhood, I guess my holidays would be spent at home with my family. Maybe I would take a drive to Town tomorrow as I know there wouldn’t be any traffic and as everyone has left for their “kampung” to be with their loved ones.
I am sitting in my office and I can see that most of them have already left or either on leave and they would be back by Monday. Oh, how I wish I could turn back the time….and relish on those goodies and visit all my childhood friends.