What is missed, is not lost. I am here now, looking forward to a traditional celebration of Raya with parents, brothers and sister and nephews and nieces. Most anxiously, when the morn is greeted with the rush to dress everyone up and significantly, the urge to seek forgiveness from my better half. It is not the same when forgiveness is asked at other times, trust me there were countless, millions of times when I dropped on my knees, it's like to err is wiz. However Raya is always a different story. A sentimental time, the only chance when forgiveness is sought in a formal baju kurung and baju melayu ambiance with takbir raya serenading the background. I missed that during Aidil Fitri. Aidil Adha is the time to recreate that moment, time to assist him with his sampin before seeing him off to the mosque. Apparently, the last Raya saw him sans of one.
Here's hoping this Aidil Adha brings you closer to your loved ones, family and friends. From one family to another, Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha. Have a safe journey home and back.