Well, I did this last year but was waiting for the next raya (09') to come since I only created this blog in October 2008 and started posting on November 10, 2008, when Raya had left us for quite a while. We usually see Raya as a happy event, where everyone gets together and various kinds of traditional food, wear unique and colourful of dresses, put up new curtains and furnish their houses and the list goes on... But here... Here, it's something different...
On The Night Of Raya...
As I saunter down the boulevard,
On the night of Raya Eve,
Memories reappear;
Good ones make me smile,
Dreadful ones shatter my heart,
And hunt me.
Ah, how life plays tricks on us.
From faraway I see homeless beggars,
Craving for food,
Pleading for sympathy,
From the merciless,
Who shoo them away,
Proud and apathetic,
On the night of Raya.
In a distance,
In the darkness of the night,
How funny to see them,
Spoilt, dissipated, immoral.
In this nation,
Miles away from hunger, starvation,
Yet, they seek for death,
Putting their lives at stakes,
On the night of Raya.
Under the brightness of the moon,
People gather buying goods,
Laughter fills the air,
Smiles carved on each faces,
As people come and go,
Uncertainty takes over,
When what it seems to be,
Is left unpromising,
On the night of Raya.
This world creeps me out.
So, I stride my way back,
Far from cruelty,
Afar from hatred,
Away from devastation,
To the love of my family,
On the night of Raya.
By: Ilyana Fauzy, 2008
Photo courtesy of Google
(Ilya, pardon me for the editing. Don't have much time. But I still love you very much ;))
As I saunter down the boulevard,
On the night of Raya Eve,
Memories reappear;
Good ones make me smile,
Dreadful ones shatter my heart,
And hunt me.
Ah, how life plays tricks on us.
From faraway I see homeless beggars,
Craving for food,
Pleading for sympathy,
From the merciless,
Who shoo them away,
Proud and apathetic,
On the night of Raya.
In a distance,
In the darkness of the night,
How funny to see them,
Spoilt, dissipated, immoral.
In this nation,
Miles away from hunger, starvation,
Yet, they seek for death,
Putting their lives at stakes,
On the night of Raya.
Under the brightness of the moon,
People gather buying goods,
Laughter fills the air,
Smiles carved on each faces,
As people come and go,
Uncertainty takes over,
When what it seems to be,
Is left unpromising,
On the night of Raya.
This world creeps me out.
So, I stride my way back,
Far from cruelty,
Afar from hatred,
Away from devastation,
To the love of my family,
On the night of Raya.
By: Ilyana Fauzy, 2008
Photo courtesy of Google
(Ilya, pardon me for the editing. Don't have much time. But I still love you very much ;))
