The Diary Game: THURSDAY, 6 NOVEMBER 2021 | Attend the Prophet's Birthday Celebration

Today is Saturday, I woke up almost late. It's eleven o'clock. I saw the clock was pointing at eleven a few minutes past. I don't usually wake up late, but to sleep I have to stay up late at the hospital, because my mother-in-law is in the ER.

I looked for the bathroom, and changed clothes after that. Like my plan and promise, that this afternoon I will attend a birthday celebration in a neighboring village.

Usually once a year the Maulid Kenduri Tradition is always held for the birthday of the Great Prophet Muhammad. This feast is part of the culture of Muslims in Aceh, Indonesia. So, not infrequently every event I always follow to get a packet of rice that is distributed as a form of event and love.

That's why today, from my wife's house with a fairly long distance of about 20 km, I arrived to my hometown at exactly twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

A number of residents had docked at an intersection shop owned by the local Secretary of Village. After being announced at the meunasah, residents flocked to gather themselves to go to the neighboring village. For a moment, I was also looking forward to the departure of the group.

Arriving at the neighboring village, as invited guests we are welcome to open and distribute dishes. The dish is in the form of rice, side dishes, fish, and all the completeness of the food provided. Dishes are opened and distributed evenly.

I sat in the very back corner. I took a banana leaf and got an even share of rice. I am even very enthusiastic about the way this traditional event, it must look a bit tacky. Every time I attend a Maulid event, a glimmer of my childhood remains in my memory.

I also took a ration of rice and enjoyed it. After that, it was almost noon. I went to work, as usual waiting for customers to arrive. when I arrive at work, I'm the customer's hair. And actively working as an artist. Maybe here I can't capture some pictures of my work, but it's enough to know in the content of this diary, that my story journey is always the same activity. I've worked as a barber for fifteen years.

At six, I went home. And closed the day with dinner, joking again with my wife and children. After praying Insha, I slept until I found my dream again for the next day.

That's it guys for my diary post today. See you in the next post, greetings.