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| Fifi's parents love gardening I guess. They have an interesting batch of pink and orange hibiscus around their little patch of village in Kangar. The red version is the national flower of Malaysia. |
The sinner is in the northern state of Perlis Indera Kayangan, the smallest little state in the Federation of Malaysia and the rice basket of the country. I have not been here for 30 years, I reckon, and am glad to know that things have developed decently, although the old ways are, happily, still the same. As we left our spanking new hotel last night, I was shocked to find a rice combine harvester, ploughing through a paddy field which we did not even noticed were right there in front of the hotel.
I am here for a wedding of two dear friends, Fifi and Syed Khaled, expected to take place this late afternoon after Asr prayers at her house just a five minutes drive from here. The marriage is an interesting amalgamation of Fifi who is a thoroughly Malay girl (with some spots of Siamese heritage I suspect), and Khaled who originates from Arabian stock.
I have misplaced my beloved songkok (traditional black-coloured Malay head gear) during the Eidul Fitri celebrations, and am now rushing to the small city (okay... let's call it a town) of Kangar to look for a replacement. So I can't write much right now. Below are some more pictures I managed to take yesterday.
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| When we arrived, Fifi the blushing bride was frantically asking us, "Ooh... take me out! Take me out of my house at least for a while, I cannot stand anymore of this wedding preparation!" So after telling her father a bald-faced lie, we headed to Fifi's favourite seafood restaurant at the jetty in Kuala Perlis. You cannot even see the place from the main road, and would have to walk down this dark lonely path to find it. Only the locals knows the place, she says. Wow. Exclusive. |
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| Along rickety and loose planked pier we walked (or is it a jetty?), and pass through the trees and small houses we arrive at the restaurant, hidden from prying eyes and with a view of the Straits of Melaka. There were many Muslims eating, but Fifi had once earlier asked the Chinese proprietor whether the food was halal (permissable for Muslims). He blustered his reply, "Waa... Agung pun makan sini! (Even the King have eaten here!)" He he he. |
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| We didn't know what to order, but happily Fifi's relatives were having their dinner at the next table. So we sought their advice and tested their food before ordering ours. Yes. Fifi, and by proxy all of us, is quite shameless. |
After dinner and incessant calls from her mother to come home, we left happy, satisfied and sleepy. Heche however went to do her best-friend-job and stayed with Fifi to help her with the wedding prep until later into the night.
Now it's 10.50am here in Kangar. And they are waiting for me. Gotta go now, sunshine. See ya later!
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way
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