
Interesting how life seems to put you on a rollercoaster every once and a while; and Idul Fitri has always been one of its most remarkable turning points, at least for me.
Two years straight, I have spent Ramadhan away from home—even though I was living just a few thousand miles away (1.5hour flight to be exact);
And now that I live so much further away (almost half way across the globe), I felt really blessed to be able to spend 3 whole weeks of Ramadhan (plus 1 more week beforehand) at home. No, I didn’t get to spend Idul Fitri in Jakarta (which makes that 3years in a row), as one must be able to see one’s blessing, esp.when most of things in your life happens without you having much control over them (the past two years was because of exams, and this year I just started a new job), etc...etc.
So enough said, I simply assumed that this Idul Fitri would be my typical ‘distant-Ied celebration’, and perhaps even worse since there are not that many relatives (or those I could ‘claim’ as relatives :P, like I did in Spore hehehe) here in G town.
But little did I know, that this year would have such a spiritual meaning.
So I took the morning off from work, and came by M’C+M’H’s house as they invited me to join them for breakfast before going to the Indonesian Mission for prayers. I then realized that it’s been a while since I had this ‘Ied-breakfast’, I definitely didn’t get to do this in Spore, as I’d just rush off to the Embassy, and have breakfast alone. And since this was a real family, it was definitely nice to experience such an occasion with them, and really made me miss my own family and home in Jakarta.

We then went to the Indonesian Embassy for prayers, and as we got there and followed the whole Takbir process and Ied prayer...I was nearly in tears (literally) the whole time.
I’m not sure if it’s because I felt rather ‘alone’ there (most of the people here were families), but I think it was mostly because the crowd was so small (Spore definitely had more Indonesians praying in its Embassy), and made the whole ‘we’re all so far away from our own family—that we are all family here’ feeling so intense. It was a really magical experience for me.
After the prayers and khutbah, everyone went around the big room and exchanged greetings, asking forgiveness for all wrongdoings in the past. Since I knew some of the people there from 4 years ago, it was nice to meet them again, and renew 'silaturahmi' ties. It was really touching.
Then everyone went back to their homes to change (while I went to M’C+M’H’s house of course :P), then people headed for the Ambassador’s open house...which was just great. Funny how people were draped in their beautiful Kebaya and Tunics (I believe I was among the very few who came in Tunic—since I had to go to the office straight afterwards—come to think of it, I might have been the only one in Tunic, as everybody dressed pretty formal :P, well, there’s always next year—well...hopefully not really :P) and came in covered with coats and thick mantels, more of a chill-look of Idul Fitri :) Kind of got me reminisce a bit about small parties held in Pittsburgh when we were young (don’t think I owned a Tunic back then, though ;P).
So after such an elaborate lunch with delicious Indonesian delicacies, off we went back to the office (well, me in particular. M’C and M’H took the day off, lucky them :). And then all of a sudden I was transformed back into a pretty ‘normal’ afternoon where Idul Fitri cakes did not exist :)
Well, mind you...life is filled with secret blessings that others might not realize why you look so full and content ;)