Aidilfitri Memory Revisited

People say, some of the best memories visit you on the eve of very special occasion. Some can be fond memories and some can be bitter memories. To some genius people, they actually make money from these remembrance moments. For instance, many Hollywood filmmakers made movies from stories before the Christmas. Like The Family Man, Scrooged and many more. Well, we are not talking about the Christmas here. We are talking about Eid Fitr. How many of you actually reminisce the good ol' memories on the eve of Eid Fitr? Care to share with us?

Let me start by sharing my 2 cents worth of my story.

Years ago I fell in love. In all the honesty I have, I must say, that was the best moment in my life knowing that I was whole-heartedly in love. Oh yes, it sounds very cheesy but not to me. Being in all-boys school for 5 years, we were basically testosterone hormone dependant. Lovey duvey was a big no no for me.

As sappy as it was, I started to learn how to miss a person. It was really bad because I was torn apart, between telling her the truth or hiding it from her. After a few days of consolation, I decided to call her right after I finished with the Eid Fitr prayer and its sermon. But that was only the beginning.

I was among the first people arrived at the mosque that morning. The takbeer was recited. And you know how does it sound - very melancholic tone and full of emotion. I couldn't help to keep thinking about her. Wanting to know, how is she doing over there in East Coast. Is she having a good time with her family and what not. I slowly let the peaceful moment of Eid Fitr absorbed deep into my innerself.Within that tranquility, I found myself slowly sobbed for missing her so much. So much so, I gradually let my tears rolled down my cheek. It wasn't that hard to admit to myself that I actually wanted to be by her side. Or maybe, wanted her to be by my side. Wanted to celebrate Eid Fitr with her.

God knows what is the best for His servants and we didn't end up together. After a few years of waiting with 3 time rejections, I made peace with myself and moved on.

And everytime Eid Fitr visits me, I will surely remember that I was once shed my tears for a lady on the morning of this holy day. Hoping that she will eventually miss me too. But now, the hope is gone. Only the memory still preserves for the spirit of remembrance.

How about you, dear readers? If you have your story to share with me, feel free to write in the comment section. Till then, enjoy the rest of the festive season. Selamat Hari Raya!