salam maulidur rasul
Today, we celebrate the birth of someone very special to, I believe, every Muslim in the world. I've been selawat-ing (omg what kind of grammar am I using dahla test on Sunday fail fail fail) on and off under my breath, before and after prayers. I miss the processions we usually do in school, with banners and the excerpt of the selawat in our hands, us students clad in colourful baju kurung and heels for the girls (dulu excited dapat pakai shoes other than the white ones) and baju melayu for the boys, but now I just watch the programs on tv. As weird and selfish and somewhat wrong as it sounds, I try my best to avoid talking or thinking about this day. But please do not get me wrong. It's not that I do not want to celebrate it, but it gets me sad and even teary-eyed to experience it every year. Mostly because, I miss him too much. There will never be another human being as great as him, and to have never gotten the chance to see his face or hear his voice is just heartbreaking for me. Everything that he has done for us, all the hardships he went through, masyaAllah, is just beyond my imagination. Even writing this post now is a bit difficult for me. So much for avoidance. I miss and I love. Salam Maulidur Rasul.
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