The alarm rang loudly. The ringing under my favorite soft pillow. I took out my smartphone, and stopped the ringing. The clock shows 3:45 am. Then, I brushed my hair and headed to the kitchen. My mother is chopping spinach. While my father was doing worship in a third of the night.
I walked over to my mother for a while. Then, I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I help her prepare the menu for sahur. I stirred the chicken eggs and sprinkled with some kitchen ingredients. I serve it like the egg Martabak that is sold in the market.
After eating sahur, I didn't sleep. I spend more time playing gadgets so I don't fall asleep before doing the dawn prayer. I eat sahur 30 minutes before imsak time. It habit has been formed from year to year since I was boarding school.
I read the two pages of the Qoran. My daily goal is one day one juz. But sometimes the target is not achieved. I sleep after sunrise. And sometimes don't sleep because they have to do homework.
In the afternoon, I visited my best friend who works as a clothing designer. More precisely, my version of the greatest tailor. I am very satisfied with her work. So far, I have never been disappointed with her work. I show a picture of the design I want. She nodded her head, then She did her duty as a tailor. I entrusted the cloth to her.
My brother's motorbike was parked in the garage. It is not being used. I took the key, then took a bath and prayed Asr. I slowly opened the fence and went out. My sister's child was sleeping. I started the engine in front of the fence of the house. The motor runs at a normal speed. I parked my motorbike in front of the closed shop and headed to the food street shop.
Iftar with my moyher special fried noodles. The fried noodles are very tempting faith. I sat in front of the menu for breaking the fast. Sambal Prawns made me have to gulp. I looked at the clock, it was fifteen minutes to break the fast.
I drank water, then prayed. The Maghrib Azan at the surau indicates that the time for breaking the fast has arrived. I ate dates and two spoons of fried noodles. Then wake up to pray maghrib. After maghrib prayer, I eat rice with a small portion so that I can pray tarawih.
I pray taraweeh alone at home. Taraweeh prayers are not circumcised in congregation. My mother and father were never absent from performing tarawih prayers in congregation. After the taraweeh prayer, I eat noodles while preparing the post for tomorrow.
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