Ok, sorry for the delay, but as you could maybe tell from my last post, I needed a break. Phew. I'm well rested from blogging, so now back to work! I'm working on some posts right now, but I'm having some hard drive space issues which is making it difficult for me to deal with the photos to put up here. But I should have a post up sometime today or tomorrow latest.
Tomorrow is our anniversary. We'd hoped to make our Thailand trip for our anniversary, but now it's looking HIGHLY unlikely. We're hoping to leave this weekend or next week, who knows. It may just have to wait altogether. But, George has the next two days off of work. Muslim holiday this time. Hari Raya (or Eid ), the end of Ramadan. It's the muslim holiday, which would make it the holiday in the rest of Malaysia. It's not as enormous here since we're in a predominantly ethnic-Chinese area. But hooray for yet another religion giving George yet more days off! This must be why Malaysians are so tolerant of all the major religions here; the more religions, the more days off. Do you think our tolerance of non-Christian religions in the States would rise if we got lots more public holidays like Malaysia? Something to think about.
We've been invited to a Hari Raya celebration Thursday. If we can go, I'd be excited. I've missed an Indian baby naming ceremony already, but I am eager to take part in these celebrations with locals I know. Such a great opportunity!
By the way, by far my favorite thing about living in a muslim country (so far) other than the perspective it gives me, is the prayer call. At first I thought it would drive me mad to hear it several times every day, especially since we have two mosques in our immediate vicinity. And to tell you the truth, not every guy who does the prayer call has the voice for it. But for the most part, when I'm still enough to even realize I'm hearing it, it's haunting and beautiful and makes me feel like I'm living in an epic like Lawrence of Arabia or The English Patient. And my favorite-favorite part (that much better than my favorite part alone) is that Regin notices it far more than I do, and he sings along every time he does. "OOOooooooooooooh!"
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Well, first of all, happy anniversary :-D May you have a million more!
And second, I can't help but get butterflies in my stomach when non-muslims recognize the beauty present in the religion... especially given what people are usually exposed to, which is mostly bad and inaccurate stuff.
Thank you for seeing the beauty. But then again, you've always had an eye for it!
Happy Aniversary, Elisabeth & George!
Thanks for capturing so eloquantly how nice the morning prayer call sounds. I really enjoy it as well!
Your story about Regin reminded me that the first few days we were here, we were driving around. When I heard the prayer call I opened my window to get a better listen,... Mati jumped up and yelled "Mama, where's Tarzan?!" It was too funny!
Happy (belated) Anniversary!
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