I am the only Malaysian Muslim still at work in this office today. The rest are already on leave. It’s been a hectic day. I was sneezing non-stop that it took two 10mg Piriton tabs to knock me out (it didn’t stop the sneezing, though). My shoulders ache, probably after effects of mowing the lawn last Saturday.
This Aidil Fitri the family will be incomplete. My daughters Farhanah and Fazira are in their mother’s hometown in Kedah this year. My step-daughter Syafiqa looked bored yesterday, probably missing her step-sisters. My son Farhan keeps asking for his sisters.
And as I was on the way to the office, the security company called up informing me that my house alarm had gone off. So I rushed back, crowbar in hand, entered the house in KILL MODE. Nothing. The alarm might have scared the perpetrator(s) off.
Well, for all you muslims and non-muslims alike, have a happy Aidil Fitri, may God bless us all, and make this world a merrier place for us to live in.

