Eidul Adha di Perantauan.

This is supposed to be posted on Eidul Adha night but I forgot to publish. Hence, here it goes...

I had a conversation with my family this morning. They are ALL in Kedah right now. ALL OF THEM. When I talked to Ummi and Abah, I did not burst into tears. It was just a normal kind of conversation with my mom asking me how am I doing, do I have enough money to eat or not and etc. But then she let abahwan talked to me and then... I cried.

I didn't cry when Ummi called me yesterday morning. How was I supposed to cry when Ummi called me at 5.33 am in the morning. I mean, she woke me up for Subuh and Raya prayer and then I was having a sore throat. How was I supposed to cry?

Missing home...

Missing home...

Missing home...

There it goes my homesick story. I've started to be away from home since I was 16. To Tapah I was sent. Once a month of going back and twice of being visited by my family when I was in form 4 and thrice when I was in form 5. That was my first time ever of being away from my family.

Then, I went for matriculation. Matrics was heaven only for weekend. The rest was like a nightmare. Not because of the lecturers but because of its tight schedule. I went back almost every weekend during matrics time.

And now, it is UiTM. UiTM is not a nightmare. It's the distance from home that makes it a real nightmare. Going back only after four months. I think I'm babying myself for making me cry over homesickness but then, who can bear it? Me, absolutely no. Me, crying all the time. Me, such a clingy daughter.

Selamat Hari Raya 'Aidil Adha everyone!