Last night was a Nisfu Syabaan night (15 of Syaaban). I remembered when I was a little girl my late mom will bring me and my brothers to surau nearby. Our neighbours will join us too. Just imagine few boys and girls with their moms walking to the surau together. Happy Faces!
Eventhough, we didn't understand a lot of things about Nisfu Syaaban but we enjoyed ourself as kids. Our moms taught us a good lesson: a training and educating us to pray and to go to the surau. Every year, we always remember Nisfu syaaban night, because on that day our moms will be busy cooking 'onde-onde' and 'Puteri mandi' to bring to the surau* (my mom died on the way to this surau* at the age of early 40's). Until now, I don't know what is the significance of this onde-onde and puteri mandi to Nisfu syaaban night but that was a tradition of how we celebrated Nisfu Syaaban in our neighbourhood. On the night of nisfu Syaaban we went to surau listening to the preach by Imam and for Yassin recital. Thw night of Nisfu Syaaban also reminds us that Ramadhan is not far away. As a little girl, I enjoyed myself celebrating the night. That was a good old days.
In my adult age, the last few years I still didn't forget the date of Nisfu Syaaban, but there is no more onde-onde or Puteri Mandi on that night. Until last night, I really, really forgot. Shame on me since I rented a house just infront of the surau. To my excuse, yesterday, my day didn't go well. I seldom lose my temper, but yesterday i was really angry to a girl who didn't send my letter. The letter suppose to be signed by her boss and she should sent the letter to human resource department. I handed the letter one month ago and did the follow up. She conformed that she had sent the letter until yesterday I called human resource department and they checked the file and didn't receive anything. I called her back asking about the letter and she said she had sent the letter. I asked her when? she answered - baru pagi ni. When I asked her what time - she said pukul 10 (that was the time when i called her). Oh my goodness, that letter suppose to be sent one month ago! It happens that is an important letter of my scholarship. Her carelessness might affect my scholarship. For the whole day, I was really not in the mood but is that a good excuse for forgetting Nisfu syaaban or what my mom taught to do on that night?
