Firecrackers and My parents

Salam And Ahlan,

I received a respond from a fellow blogger who was responsible to drag me into bloggers`s world. Indeed his notes recall me back again to my old days in Ramadhan. Firecrackers.

I was living in palm oil estate that time. It was quite difficult to get firecrackers. My parents did not allow us to buy them. But sometimes my sister would buy fireworks ( because she was schooling in KT town ). Seldom my old brother brought a fireworks which our uncle ( in Kota Bharu ) sent to us.

Now I know why my parents did not allow us to buy. I realize we were not rich enough to burn our money. But my father ever bought it in small amount. Only "bunga api" not "mercun". So there was no sound in our home ground.

In ramadhan I still remember how my father spent his after solat Asar time reciting a versus of Quran. He sat cross-legged in a back door of our house. And I was planning to go out to find friends in the play ground not far from our house. My mother was preparing in kitchen.

Fireworks....not longer relevent to current ramadhan..Allahu Akbar!!!

رمضان المبارك