i've been going to the mosque these few days to help out with the iftar/breaking fast preparation. a few years ago, its been quite inimaginable for me to actually be at the masjid besides attending religious class. heh. how things change. its been totally fun. i love the people at the mosque. the pakciks, ustazahs, imams and the who-can-forget belias. heh. the time was spent helping out and laughing at the same time. the people there are extremely friendly and outgoing. and oh god. the boys are so hilarious. and they dont realise it. seriously. hah.
which meant that i have been breaking fast at the mosque for a few days. it was nice. breaking fast as a group. rolling out the mats and laying out the dishes. it was tiring the first time but i got used to it. and the boys are constantly trying to get on our nerves. just so happened that there were only 3 girls helping out, they called us 'charlie's angels'. heh. right... but they were the ones that sighed a huge sigh of relief when we first came. there was finally help for them, coz the past week they have been the one preparing for both the males and females.
bubur masjid has been a constant dish for my break fast. heh. taste nice actually. something happened yesterday that totally changed my view on the idiotic guys there. two siblings, aged 7 and 3 came together to take the bubur masjid, but all had already been given out, so none was left for them. both of them actually lingered around before asking for the porridge as there were nobody sitting at the table, all us mofos were relaxing at the side after giving out the last packet. anyway, when we finally did realised that they wanted the porridge, we had to say that it was finished. so both of them left, the brother holding on to the younger one. the guys, feeling guilty and pitied the kids, actually asked someone to run after them, and went around the mosque looking for the porridge that was set aside for breaking fast purposes. and they actually took out the plastics etc and packed the porridge for the two boys. two packets at that. and the others played with the two kids while waiting. so sweet right....
anyway. peek-a-boo on my mosque-going self. =)
which meant that i have been breaking fast at the mosque for a few days. it was nice. breaking fast as a group. rolling out the mats and laying out the dishes. it was tiring the first time but i got used to it. and the boys are constantly trying to get on our nerves. just so happened that there were only 3 girls helping out, they called us 'charlie's angels'. heh. right... but they were the ones that sighed a huge sigh of relief when we first came. there was finally help for them, coz the past week they have been the one preparing for both the males and females.
bubur masjid has been a constant dish for my break fast. heh. taste nice actually. something happened yesterday that totally changed my view on the idiotic guys there. two siblings, aged 7 and 3 came together to take the bubur masjid, but all had already been given out, so none was left for them. both of them actually lingered around before asking for the porridge as there were nobody sitting at the table, all us mofos were relaxing at the side after giving out the last packet. anyway, when we finally did realised that they wanted the porridge, we had to say that it was finished. so both of them left, the brother holding on to the younger one. the guys, feeling guilty and pitied the kids, actually asked someone to run after them, and went around the mosque looking for the porridge that was set aside for breaking fast purposes. and they actually took out the plastics etc and packed the porridge for the two boys. two packets at that. and the others played with the two kids while waiting. so sweet right....
anyway.
posted by ika @ 6:11 AM
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