Redha's Journal

    Happy Eid al-Fitr from both of us! Eid al-Fitr is a celebration for Muslims to embrace the end of Fasting Month which is Ramadhan and celebrate them with Forgiveness and humility. As you know, I'm a Malaysian born and proud. So all I can tell you about Eid is based on my Malaysian's point of view. So if you're from somewhere else and you find this to be not what you'll be doing, don't be offended, maybe it's just different on how we're celebrating Eid.     I'm happy to celebrate Eid. Extra happy this year because this year is the first time that I'm celebrating Eid as a husband. I'm grateful and consider myself lucky because my wife, she cooks all the best meals. The traditional chicken rendang, briyani rice, and today she's cooking Lontong(I don't know the English word for Lontong, just look it up). I'm so lucky. She tried all these kind of dishes just to make us have the feeling of Eid.     Both of us are missing Malaysia. Eid i...

    So, it's 4:40pm right now. I'm waiting another 20 minutes then I'll go home to my wife who is currently waiting for me. I'm tired. I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. All of em. Not in this order. I'm writing this blog while listening to Trailer Park Boys: Park After Dark through my headphones. It's a podcast between 3 dudes from Canada. If I'm going to explain about Trailer Park Boys, then it'll be opening a can of worms now. So, I'm not gonna explain it here. Just search on them on Google. It'll be fucking fantastic. I promise you that.     Well, my wife is going to make spaghetti bolognese today for breaking fast. It's Ramadhan by the way. I'm in charge of the drinks for today. It's just Berries flavored Ballygowan mix with Ribena. It's good but not great. It's okay... rather than drinking Coke every day during Ramadhan. So, spaghetti bolognese. It's going to be good! I'm hungry right now just thinking about it. Fo...

       Am I happy here? That is the question that I've been asking myself all day, every day. Am I happy here in Ireland? Short answer, no. I'm not. I'm trying to be happy for my wife. I'm trying to cheer my day up every day for my wife. Every day I'm missing my country. Missing my family, my friends, my car, my old house, my old furnitures. I thought that moving here is hard enough that I can take it but the truth is that it's fucking tough. It's nearly the end of Ramadhan and I'm missing the feeling of Eid.     Past few days, I've decorated my room with decoration lights that'll bright the whole room and I would turn on the seasonal songs for Eid by Malaysians. 2022 memories gushing in my mind. It was happy days. It was happy times. It was funny though. Surely I'm not going to have a fucking blast this year but I'm gonna make sure that next year, me and my wife will be celebrating Eid in Malaysia. 2 weeks off. 3 last days of Ramadhan. 1...