The World at your Feet, the Change* in your Hands

An Eid with mixed blessings - part II

So the bus ride was fun.... Later on I was told that most bus drivers are usually high on weed or some other drugs when driving the bus because they have very long hours. Which explains the driver's crazy-ass look

I reached my uncle's house, had some dinner at 11 pm, slept at 1 am.

And who to wake me up for morning prayer... than Mr. Rooster. At 4.48 am, a boisterous cuckle-doo... I tell you that rooster must have been high on weed too cos he never stopped cuckle-dooing till 9 am, and he went off every minute!

Sleep derived, again we make the journey to the hospital, saw my uncle in ICU, stayed for a few hours, met more family members... called my new found-friend-taxi-driver Mr. Isaac and left for home.

Greeted by a familiar face, Aun, who doesn't really stay at the apartment but is a permanent fixture at home. And the rest of housemates return one by one...

So that was Eid.... the most memorable one so far...

posted by Zafirah @ PM 07:54