Last night at the prayer's hall, my lil one and me sat next to each other when a familiar old lady asked:
Elder woman : "Anak siapa ni?" [Whose daughter is this?] (referring to my girl)
Me: "Anak saya, makcik" [Mine aunty]
Elder woman : "Dah besar yer. Tak perasan makcik. Dulu kecik jer. Bagus dia, senyap waktu sembahyang" [She's big now. I didnt realise. She used to be small. Such a good girl, well behaved while prayers]
The lil one performs Isya together but for tarawih, I usually ask her to sit at the end of the saf, me praying next to her. She usually reads a book while waiting. When she was smaller, she would bring along her colouring book. After she followed the Isya prayer, she would do her own thing quietly. The Makcik remembered that we used to sit at the back.
The lil one always looks forward to the variety of desserts which we have after the prayers. And being me, I just colour coded them when she asks for one; green kueh, yellow kueh. *grins* Sometimes they prepare meals like curry mee, fried rice, briyani etc. My lil one calls these as "proper food".*smiles*
I paid the zakat last night too. I dont know why but each time, there is a tinge of sadness...