Tak Pe Je

Assalamu’alaikum. Hi there again, you guys!  It’s been more than 3 years since I last visited any Bokitta outlets, mostly due to covid-19, I would say. Loads of existing new ones prior to the pandemic that I haven’t really worn, I mean where to go? Not that I picked a Bokitta to cover my hair each time I cooked, if you know what I mean. And last time I checked, there are more than 8 plain Bokitta hijabs I have in store, out of which only a few ones I took out to play. The rest I even queried myself, when did I buy that? (Which makes me wonder) if the virus had  actually bitten my memories as well, apart from the lungs?  Anyhow, two days before departing to my in-laws for eid holiday, I went to KL East Mall for a designated (single) purpose. The mission was duly accomplished but I found myself thinking of my late mom so bad that I had to wipe the tears off with cold water in the toilet, generously splashed over my face. By then zuhur’s notification had already appeared on ...

Assalamu’alaikum. It’s been a while since I opted for abayas during eid. There are plenty of choices this year with various range of prices, it’s up to us which one to grab, as long as we know our own capabilities financially, that is. Never fall into marketing tricks of having exactly what others do, let’s be realistic and practical. Ask ourselves whether or not we’re going to wear it (or them) for real after eid celebration. And please be okay not to get new outfits for open houses, we can always wear anything decent from our existing ones in the wardrobe.  There’s a vendor I would recommend at Shopee, called EJ Style where you could get fancy abayas with affordable price. I mean, not everyone can afford abayas from Burj Abaya, Tamara and the likes. Even if you do, it’s not wrong to degrade a little for something way less expensive, now is it?  In the end, it’s how we wear it, dear!  ~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.

  Assalamu’alaikum. So I lost my mom, my best friend since birth on 1st April 2023, 10th Ramadan 1444H and have been in an auto pilot mode ever since. I have yet to properly mourn and grieve, given hectic responsibilities throughout Ramadan as a wife, mother and employer. Yep, in a strict line of priorities, if I may add.  I’m far from okay, sometimes I would randomly sob especially when reading surah al mulk at night, or while packing for eid vacation. A day before Eid I couldn’t bear it any longer that I cried silently each time I was alone in my room, in between odd hours of cooking for iftar. I slept around 11.30pm, set the alarm for 5am to cook nasi hujan panas all by myself, didn’t want to interrupt bibik who had only slept at 3am preparing the main dish. By the time she woke up for fajr prayer, I was already into 2nd round of nasi hujan panas. Yep, that’s how it’s been all this years: 5kg basmati rice duly cooked 4 or 5 rounds on the 1st Syawal. I couldn’t bring myself ...