Nostalgic
Memories
(Floating In The Ocean Of Feelings)
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| Bamboo Cannons |
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| Sad Scenario |
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| Past Memory |
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| Nostalgic Memories |
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| Ocean Of Feeling |
There was no television and no fasting month
program back then. Yet the joy and excitement almost filled the night's
atmosphere. Even the repeated sound of bamboo
cannons echoed through the night, making the night even more lively and
meaningful. However, the sound of bamboo cannon is no longer heard nowadays. Just a memory of nostalgia
for the lifetime of Grandpas . What a sad scenario.
It is just a past memory that has been long
forgotten. So yesterday’s memory is tomorrow’s dream for grandpas. Yet today's
grandpas have to cover their ears from the sickening firecrackers. It's not as
nostalgic as the echoes of bamboo cannon, arousing the joy on the eve of hari
raya. Sometimes grandpas shed tears when nostalgic
memories kept on floating in the ocean of
feelings.
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| Thousand Of Fingers |
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| Household Chores |
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| Untiring Efforts |
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| Words Of Appreciation |
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| A Heavenly Gift |
However on the eve of Hari Raya Aidilfitri,
all households were really busy, as if working round-the-clock. That's
preparations for the annual religious eid festival, as a victory in the fight
against lust. But strangely enough, my mother seemed to have thousand of fingers.
From the first day of fasting month her hands did thousand of works.
By then there was no home appliances that could help my mother to ease the
burden of household chores. So every work was
done only with ten fingers. I wondered where and how my mother got the energy to handle all the work. What
actually made her so passionate and diligent in her kitchen work. I really
respected my mother for her untiring efforts to
make everything for our needs. Thus true as words of
appreciation, mother in the house is really a
heavenly gift. That's why heaven is under the soles of the mother.
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| Preparing "Moreh" |
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| Bengkulu Tradition |
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| "Takbir Raya" |
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| Eye Contact |
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| Best Outfits |
That night before breaking
the fast, my mother was busy in the living room. Preparing
"moreh" light meal for the upcoming midnight male guest. “Moreh”
was Bengkulu tradition, visiting each house in
group on the eve of hari raya. So we recited "takbir
raya" together, before entertaining the dishes. Sometimes with a
loud voice so as to challenge the other groups. By then it was quite common
when "moreh" ended up early in the morning, as early as two o'clock.
However this was a golden opportuniy for the young people to make eye contact with their lovers. How the night of
heaven made the heart float. Of course they would be in their best outfits and with very good manners. Surely a
sweet smile was always on their lips, so inviting and promising. They looked so
innocent, and even an ant would not fall prey to their feet.
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