Le étage de Raya part 3

3rd Syawal, it was a fine cold morning

sunrise underneath the roof

So we went to a total of 3 houses; Pak Long’s house in Shah Alam, Uncle Rahman’s house at Kota Damansara and Aunty Ika’s house at Damansara Height.

Céad mile fáilte is a common greeting or salute in Ireland. It literally means hundred thousand welcomes and pronounced as, ok don’t ask me how to pronounce this; even though it looks a little bit like French, truth is it isn’t. That’s a greeting on Pak Long’s door by the way.

2nd house is Uncle Rahman’s. Who is he? Well it’s a bit complicated that I can’t make this public. Perhaps enough me saying he is dad’s friend. The best thing going to his house apart from the duit raya, is the dishes; his wife, Aunty Sue’s cook is really good. (But I can’t just snap pic of food here, it’s considered rude).

3rd house is Aunty Ika’s and she’s my 1st sister’s mother-in-law.

What I love about coming here is that I get to meet my nephew, Abdullah Anas! Ok maybe the rest of the entry is going to be all about him.

Anas is a 16 month-old boy and he’s growing up fast! Born on May 15th 2009 prematurely when he was 7 month-old weigh only 1.5 kg, but now he’s another healthy little caliph living.

I love it when he sees a cat and says ‘kat’
When we’re traveling in a car and says ‘ka’
When he eats an apple and says ‘appow’
When he plays a ball and says ‘bow’
When he wears new shoes and says ‘shuu’

He pronounced with an English accent! Missed him already. By the time I meet him the next holidays sure he could already call me Aunty Za properly!

So that’s the end of part 3.

Ps: Countdown to go back to GlenView, dokidoki of packaphobia has started!