His name is Md. Dawan. I called him Tokki. It is the normal way of calling grandfather at Terengganu. He is 10 years younger than 100. But yet, he still manage to perform his prayer eventhough he couldn't stands up. He still manage to eat by his ownself without any help from others.

Last two night, I saw daddy was sleeping besides him. He holds his arm when they were sleeping. Daddy told us Tokki woke him up a few times before the dawn to remind him to wake Tok up. By the way, Tok is my grandma. The normal way of calling our grandmotyer here.

It is quite silent here. My cousins are going to arrive here tomorrow so the night will be a little bit dull. I could feel the sense of dull here. Normally, we are busy doing the last preparation for raya. I guess you've already know what to be concluded.

Mum said, Mak Tok' house at Kedah also seemed to be dull. No grandchildren attended for the first raya. I missed both Mak Tok and Abahwan. By the way, this is only a p.s. for the one who couldn't understand this.

I leave this entry with theses last two lines of words.


Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri
Maaf zahir dan batin.