Something i never thought i could get at home.

Today, my mum asked me to accompany her shopping for Christmas.

In the car, i started to whine.

Me : Mum, i don't wanna go the store. Malas, i just want to stay at home.(because by going out=i am revealing my aurat=i don't want to go)
My mum: Just teman me la. Don't sulk.
Me: Fine. But i thought you and daddy already bought the stuffs earlier. What's the point of buying again??
My mum: We haven't bought the drinks. Remember?
Me: Hmm. Ok then.
My mum: By the way, i'm asking Y(my mum's cousin and also a caterer, so most people in my
town knew her) to cook the chicken curry for the guests later.
Me: Why don't you cook it yourself?(my mum is a good cook, seriously)
My mum: Well, Y is a Muslim. So, at least when the Muslim guests came to our house, i can say
that Y's the one who cooked it and then they won't hesitate to eat it. Get what i
mean?
Me: Ooooooo...hm.


So, we finally reached the department store and since the groceries section were loaded with people(guess we're not the only ones who did a last minute shopping), we went to the ladies section to shop for christmas outfit and no, by christmas outfit i didn't mean the red pointy santa hat. My mum told me "We need to find you something to wear to the church on Christmas day." And i have to find one. Hmm. Of course i won't pick a skimpy outfit like other girls do. Thank God my mum never suspected the way i dress up. You know, full coverage.

So after we're done with that, we finished the rest of the shopping spree and went to pick up my brothers who we left earlier at the cyber cafe before we started shopping.

In the car, we drove to the bakery to buy some bread and buns(that's how we usually end our trip to the market). On the way back, my mum drove our way behind the stores and we saw my mum's friend's husband, just getting out of the back of the lottery outlet. Oh, a fact: He's a Muslim and he knows that gambling is sinful.

So my mum just smiled at him and he smiled sheepishly, making his way to his SUV.

And that is when our small conversation started.

My mum: That's Aunty X's husband if you wanna know.
Me: Oh okay. He's coming out of the back door of the store.
My mum: Yeah, and he's a Muslim.
My brother: Uncle D(uncle D is my dad's brother) also drank liquor though he's a Muslim. Isn't
drinking liquor is haram?
My mum: That's why. Tapi pork haram pulak. Liquor tak nak tinggal.*chuckles
Me: Well, he's not being a Muslim because he wants to but because he wants to marry Auntie H. It's different of becoming a Muslim and practising the religion itself.(oh my God, i did not just say that!!!)

Silence.

My mum: Oh, we'd better get home. It's late.

Yeah, my mum changed the subject.

I never thought i would say such a thing. Indirectly berdakwah. Great. Though being at home is sometimes saddening but i've realised one thing. Living like this certainly gave me tarbiyyah but in a different way. I just never realised it before. Ya ALLAH, for You are The Most Knowing. Alhamdulillah. Finally smiling. :)