Ramadhan 1433

Just finished performing tarawih. Unlike yesteryear when we had to walk half a kilometre to the nearest mosque, this year we only have to step down a few stairs to the apartment's musalla. The apartment management has devised its own Ramadhan program this year and invite us over for the breaking fast and tarawih.

Tonight, the apartment owner, who made the initiatives, was present at the prayers after coming back from Makkah. In his robe, he came forward and spoke of a few words on livening the musalla even outside tarawih and Ramadhan. But that's not the point. The point is, when I saw he stood up and took the mic, it reminded me of Ustaz K, the school's surau, the tarawih in the surau, and the breaking fast at the Dewan Makan, everything about Ramadhan, school version.

Suddenly I realised, that no matter how low-profile (ha ha) I think I was in school, I still am a part of it, and proud of the fact. That no matter how bummy I was in school, I did have moments there, that I deeply miss. And that no matter how alone I thought I was, I always had the luxury of friends, who I'm always fond of.

Funny how a post about Ramadhan ends up of me missing the school, again.