..raya will always be about children..and fireworks..
..as was pakmat's raya..it was a riotous first day..nay, it started the night before..as we gave thanks to Him on the last breaking of fast, saying our goodbye to the month of Ramadan..there was a tinge of sadness at the mosque after the last solat of the night, followed by a recital of the Takbir Raya, amid the loud and incessant firing of crackers that continued late into the night.. it was like Bachok was at war..the loud reports and flashes of light send Ayam fleeing into the dark..
..memories of past Ramadans and Rayas came to the mind..as a kid of Upin's age with mother..trying on a pair of new shorts she had patched up together from leftover cloth..as a youth in KL, alone in his rented room, fighting the tears that flowed on hearing the Takbir Raya on the radio, not really knowing where to go, and kampung was too far..as a man with two wives, and trying to juggle Raya between the two of them..
..after a time, pakmat no longer makes 'balik kampung' trips..for he has become the kampung his children came back to...and as Ramadan receded, and Syawal makes its way, he gave his thanks to his Lord..for that little time and that little space, when he was together with his children...and his children's children..
..until the next Ramadah..God willing...