A story about a sejadah (praying mat)?
Yes. You are not in the wrong blog.
Your eyes are not playing a trick on you.
But this is not really a holy-holy post though, haha.
Since it is Raya, it is common for cousins to come to your house and all.
And of course, as a Muslim, we need to perform our prayers five times a day,
no matter where no matter what (ahem).
So, it's Maghrib, and some of the cousins need a sejadah to pray.
I was too busy in the kitchen (ahem again) that time.
Dad came to me and said,
"Pinjam sejadah satu. Tak cukup satu je."
So i went to my room to
And dad followed me into my room.
"Err.. kat mane pulak ni eh.."
I looked everywhere.
But it was nowhere to be found.
Damn damn damn.
"Aih, takkan la sejadah sendiri pun tak tau kat mane letak."
Shit, i thought to myself.
*pretends to be busy looking*
Then dad gave me the 'don't-fuck-with-me' face.
"Entah la. Tak tau la kat mane. Bibik pergi basuh kot.
Baru balik cuti kan, barang tak kemas lagi la."
That's the best reason i could give.
"Ha elok la tu. Tak sembahyang berapa bulan dah?"
And he left.
*still pretending to be busy looking*
So, i told my sis about what had happened.
"Tu la. Padan muka. Lain kali always standby la satu letak kat tepi. Hahahahah"
Ish ish ish..