The siblings' first picture together in more than a decade
Last Saturday my siblings and I (minus one, for she lives in Minnesota) got together for 'tahlil' (recitation of prayers for the dead). It has been four months since Mak passed away, and personal commitments had, thus far, prevented us from coming together for a group prayer.
Actually, we didn't need an organised event to perform the prayers. We could all do it individually and in the privacy of our own homes. The gathering was just an excuse for us to close ranks and catch up with the news since Mak's demise.
It was also an occasion for my sister Zaridah to show off her first grandchild. Baby Qadri was born in Kuching just over a month ago and had the privilege of being flown back to Kuala Lumpur two days before the kenduri in an aircraft piloted by his father.
While everyone oohed and aahed over the baby, my own children had their knickers caught in a twist, so to speak, when every uncle and auntie present egged them on with questions like:
"Hah, you all ni bila lagi?"
"Jangan dok tunggu lama-lama la!"
"Your mother nak cucu tu!"
"We all teringin sangat nak makan nasi minyak you!"
The kids were shooting daggers at me, I know. I pretended not to see. Gee, I had no hand in it, okay? I was innocent of any misdeed. Those well-meaning folks needed no prompting to plead my case, anyway.
In all, it was a very memorable evening although I did shed some tears while reading the Yassin. Couldn't help it. It was in the memory of beloved Mak, after all.