Hari Raya has never meant much to me, at least for the past four years or more. This is because Hari Raya meant the constant quarrels over where to celebrate and when; then in 2007, I found myself celebrating Hari Raya alone. In 2008, only my eldest daughter was with me on Hari Raya. The following year was more meaningful as I had remarried and celebrating with someone who truly loves you meant everything. Somehow, in the midst of the joy of Hari Raya, my thoughts went to my children who were not celebrating the auspicious day with me.
And this year, they are. It feels good to be able to hear their voice again in the morning. It feels good to know that they will all be with us this Hari Raya.
Selamat Hari Raya, people, whoever you are, wherever you are, whatever race and religion you are.