Yesterday after iftar at Bob's houses, and after watching a bit of X-Men 2, went out with Bob and Pejol to have a decent chow. Forgot to bring my medicine, but think it would be quick, decided to have it once I'm home. It was about 9.30 at that time. We went to NZ and later joined by Doot and Aie.
We talked about the good old days, and as Hari Raya is fast approaching, we talked about it as well, about what happened 15 years ago. The most unforgetful thing that is still in my mind was during Terawih. The good kids will stay on until 8 Rakaat while the not so good kid, well, they already left after Isya' over.
At that time, to go out "unnoticed" was to go cross right in front of the Jemaah's view, and the Imam of course. It will be suicidal to let your face been caught red-handed by that.The right moment would be when all of them kneel with their face down doing prayer, and then the place will be full of noises made by slippers wore on running feet. Of course, we were small at that time, it never cross our mind that they already knew who we were, with the madrasah's back saf empty and all, and, the noises of course, hihi. Morever, our housing area were so small, about 100-150 families, we all knew each other.
War began soon after. The late comers usually become the attackers, riding a bike (chopper would be an advantage) contained 2 people, the driver and the gunner. The driver usually picked among the bravest of the group, because he is the one that will make the attempt to go as near as he can to the "enemy" for the gunner to have a nice spot to shoot at. Armed usually with Moon Rockets or Thunderclaps (the latter are much preferred) and a couple of Padi we usually left the road that the battle has commence with smoke and firecracker powder will be smelt through the air.
There were also footsoldiers, sneaking their way through the side of the drain, biding their time, ambushing people (usually girls), and there's also house war, instead of riding, we stayed in the yard of someone's house, the other team in the other house, and we will exchanged fire with each other. Of course, the parents were doing Terawih at that time. The last time I played house war end-up with cops appeared in front of Jasni's gate carrying a real gun. We sticked with bikes after that (never learned huh).
We even tied Mercun Tarik at the rim of any Jemaah bike, usually the Bilal's. Before long, we will heard the popping sound accompany with a couple of curses coming from several mouth,haha.
Then it times to return to the Jemaah for the biggest event after Terawih, the morey. The morey usually contained light supper with tea or coffee. Come to think of it, we usually knew (don't know how) when the prayer was going to end. To enter back to the Jemaah, the same procedure is applied. However, when we entered, we will immediately sit at Tahiyyat Akhir position, and of course, even the blind could hear our breath which is heavy after our "ordeal". Never heard that praying will be so tiring :-) .
Ramadhan's night were the only nights that most children will have their freedom from their parents. Most parents let their kids playing around with their friends during this time. I still remembered when my mom caught me with mosquito coil inside my baju melayu pocket...
"Ooo, main mercun ek?"
...and that's that, no scolding or anything, yeah, I know they knew about my whereabout during praying time, like most parents do. Kids just want to have fun at this of year, after 11 months under close supervision. Furthermore, they are free from the devil's influence, right? Selamat Hari Raya guys.
We talked about the good old days, and as Hari Raya is fast approaching, we talked about it as well, about what happened 15 years ago. The most unforgetful thing that is still in my mind was during Terawih. The good kids will stay on until 8 Rakaat while the not so good kid, well, they already left after Isya' over.
At that time, to go out "unnoticed" was to go cross right in front of the Jemaah's view, and the Imam of course. It will be suicidal to let your face been caught red-handed by that.The right moment would be when all of them kneel with their face down doing prayer, and then the place will be full of noises made by slippers wore on running feet. Of course, we were small at that time, it never cross our mind that they already knew who we were, with the madrasah's back saf empty and all, and, the noises of course, hihi. Morever, our housing area were so small, about 100-150 families, we all knew each other.
War began soon after. The late comers usually become the attackers, riding a bike (chopper would be an advantage) contained 2 people, the driver and the gunner. The driver usually picked among the bravest of the group, because he is the one that will make the attempt to go as near as he can to the "enemy" for the gunner to have a nice spot to shoot at. Armed usually with Moon Rockets or Thunderclaps (the latter are much preferred) and a couple of Padi we usually left the road that the battle has commence with smoke and firecracker powder will be smelt through the air.
There were also footsoldiers, sneaking their way through the side of the drain, biding their time, ambushing people (usually girls), and there's also house war, instead of riding, we stayed in the yard of someone's house, the other team in the other house, and we will exchanged fire with each other. Of course, the parents were doing Terawih at that time. The last time I played house war end-up with cops appeared in front of Jasni's gate carrying a real gun. We sticked with bikes after that (never learned huh).
We even tied Mercun Tarik at the rim of any Jemaah bike, usually the Bilal's. Before long, we will heard the popping sound accompany with a couple of curses coming from several mouth,haha.
Then it times to return to the Jemaah for the biggest event after Terawih, the morey. The morey usually contained light supper with tea or coffee. Come to think of it, we usually knew (don't know how) when the prayer was going to end. To enter back to the Jemaah, the same procedure is applied. However, when we entered, we will immediately sit at Tahiyyat Akhir position, and of course, even the blind could hear our breath which is heavy after our "ordeal". Never heard that praying will be so tiring :-) .
Ramadhan's night were the only nights that most children will have their freedom from their parents. Most parents let their kids playing around with their friends during this time. I still remembered when my mom caught me with mosquito coil inside my baju melayu pocket...
"Ooo, main mercun ek?"
...and that's that, no scolding or anything, yeah, I know they knew about my whereabout during praying time, like most parents do. Kids just want to have fun at this of year, after 11 months under close supervision. Furthermore, they are free from the devil's influence, right? Selamat Hari Raya guys.
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