Sunday, October 14, 2007

I know most of you are still on holiday, but I just wanted to share this Raya's incident in a song. Sing it with the M.Nasir's tune of Suatu Hari di Hari Raya.

Satu hari di Hari Raya

Tahun 2007 tahun jadinya

Aku sangka biasa sahaja

Rupanya ada satu peristiwa

Yang mungkin tak dapat kulupa

Satu hari di Hari Raya

Aku cadang nak bergaya

Pakai baju dan kasut raya

Siap make-up muka agar ceria

Maklumlah hari ini Hari Raya

Satu hari di Hari Raya

Satu keluarga ziarahi pusara

Arwah adinda tercinta

Yang telah pergi mengadap-Nya

Sudah 16 tahun lamanya

Satu hari di Hari Raya

Tiba di pusara arwah adinda

Dengan kasut tumit tinggi raya

Tumitnya halus fesyen semasa

Tak kusangka jadi peristiwa

Satu hari di hari raya

Sewaktu orang sedang berdoa

Aku bertinggung di pusara

Dengan tidak semena-mena

Aku tergolek di tepinya

Sungguh malu tidak terkira

Satu hari di Hari Raya

Dengan kejadian yang tidak terduga

Ibu, ayah adik tertawa

Tak kusangka

Mungkin ramai lagi dapat menyaksikannya

Ku jatuh tergolek seperti buah nangka

Satu hari di Hari Raya

Satu hari di Hari Raya

Satu hari di Hari Raya...

Okay.. for those out there not understanding a bit of the song AND the event that happened, here's the english version (am I being too imaginative that I have readers out there who are not Malay speaking/understand Malay Language? Well, let's just ASSUME I do have readers from all over the world.. hehehe..)

It's a tradition on Eid that we visit the grave to recite doa for the members of the family that has passed away. In my case, I lost my brother (Aja) 16 years ago (I was 13 and my late brother was 10) due to an accident on his way back from Friday prayers. We were close since we were just 3 years apart. Back then, I only grew up with 2 brothers. The youngest was born when I was 11 and the difference between Aja and the youngest (Ashraf) is 8 years.

I don't want to get all sad here since sometimes I'd cry and feel gloomy remembering the day of the accident, which apparently happened a day before my 13th birthday and his last words before the accident still remain in my head. What I can say is that he is the most loveable person one can ever meet.

Okay, back to the incident that happened yesterday. We were getting ready to go back to Malacca - my mom's hometown, a tradition we do every Eid. We would stop by the cemetery to visit my late brother's grave and recite the doa before heading the highway.

I was in my baju kurung and I had my face all glowing with the make-up I was obsessed with 2-3 months back. I planned to wear my new stilettos and there, all ready, we headed for the cemetery.

As I entered the grounds, I noticed that the soil was a bit damp. I guess yesterday it rained causing the dampness, but the day was beautiful and just nice - not too hot as it was already 10.30 am. So, we arrived at my brother's tomb and we all squatted to recite the doa.

I squat down to recite the doa with my family. After a few minutes, I felt the left heel of my stilettos sinking in the damp soil. I kind of lost balance and tried groping for something to gain my balance. But I guess I found nothing. There and then, I fell tumbling on the ground landing on my new baju kurung! Not just did I tumble and fell; I kind of looked like humpty-dumpty, who sat on the wall, having a great fall! I kind of rolled over at the cemetery. And the best part was that it was kind of full with families paying their tributes to the lost ones on Eid! I thought my family did not notice the fall, but when I had to roll over to get up, I found them laughing hysterically at me in a polite kind of way. Luckily, the graveyard wasn't that hilly, because I think that I would be rolling down the hill if it was!

My dad kind of joked saying that my late brother (down there) also laughed at me, seeing his only sister had a great fall this year while visiting his grave. We kind of had to take some time to calm ourselves down from the laughter. We continued reciting the doa and I noticed some heads turning and smiling while passing us. I made a straight face since I knew that it was because of the incident. I had to hold Ashraf's hand to get up (just in case the heels sinked again and I'd lost balance, AGAIN!)

In the car, we continued laughing and my dad started singing the Suatu Hari di Hari Raya song with the lyrics changed to resembling what happened. And he said that it was hilarious seeing someone tumbling over the grave. Luckily it wasn't 'someone' or 'something' pulling from below!

Well, that's my story. So, how was your Raya?

p/s: I'd really appreciate it if friends who know me in person, not to tell the story with my real name. It's kind of embarrassing.