The coming together of family, food, the prayer sessions that bonds.
It starts the same, Ibu will be yelling incessantly, nagging us to eat. Ayah warning everyone to not go back to sleep until we do our Subuh. The days moves on and during iftar, my sister will begin her spiel.
” Can I just do 8 rakaats for Terawih please?”
“My toes are aching, eyes itching”
Theres magic in how humble the food can be but how hearty the meal is.
Theres magic in bazaar Ramadhan and walking around with Mr Meow contemplating what food we should get, the latest craze we should try. Foreheads gleaming in the steam bath that is Geylang.
Allah swt saw that our generation will lose touch with family. He saw that we have too much deficit in our soul, that when we put too much into work, we will forget our other responsibilities. So He gave us Ramadhan.
We can even go shopping! It’s like makruh or something if you don’t. 🙆🏼
Whenever I see pretty homes, my heart skips a beat.
Ok fine, many many beats.
It makes me weak in my knees I tell you.
I know more than anything that what makes a home is family. And I would like to start our home with as much barakkah as possible.
(And as little debts lol.)
I’ve endlessly screenshot things on my laptop and phone I thought compiling it in a post makes the most sense. And if a certain someone accidentally sees this, ie. Mr Meow, I want like this please please please I’ll iron all your white shirts for a whole year.
Here goes nothing. Bismillahirrahmanirrahim may Allah bless this dream and make it come true Ammeeeennnnn!
Empuk bed with movable over the bed table to facilitate breakfast (lunch and dinner) in bed.
Wainscotting, wainscotting, wainscotting
Classic door and window panels
Blue is such a pretty colour to be in the kitchen ❤
Gold chrome handles are just.. sigh.
Chairs must be able to slide under the table, plenty of storage at the bottom
It’s not stress per se as much as wanting to have things done my way.
Like having the intimate wedding for 100 pax at the function room of the home we sweat for.
But at the first sign of hiccup, I break into this (almost) inconsolable pout.
I think at the end of it all, I’m harbouring ill-spirited desires of just wanting things done my own way (small and simple) so that I can splurge on other things I deem as necessary. I can almost here the kitchen-aid mixer calling my name. Dolce gusto coffee maker, is that you?
I envision this techy, modern Parisian chic theme for my home. All glass and marble with sigh worthy technology.
But if we do spend it all on the wedding, what’s left is probably just enough for the mattress.
Sealy memory form with appropriate topper, duvet, beddings and 1500 thread count 100% Egyptian cotton sheets of course.
Nauzubillah, Ya Allah please help me be a little more selfless. Also, it would help if the bedroom industry goes on sale Q1 2018 Ameeeenn.