Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Hari Raya (Eid)

As a child, I used to tag along with my mother on the first day of Hari Raya.  We would have at least three lontong lunches at the various homes of her Muslim friends.  Because they all lived close to one another in Telok Kurau, we travelled from one house to another on a bek chia (trishaw). 

page 208, 'Growing Up in a Nonya Kitchen'

Sultan Mosque 
Every year, my sisters and I would fancy eating lontong on Hari Raya. We would hope to be invited to an open house for a meal, and would surely show up with the whole old Jim band.  Recently, I got to know Ros, a compassionate taxi driver who owns one of the few London cabs here in Singapore.  She's become an integral person in my life because she ferries my wheelchair-bound father.  He need only slide in and out of her vehicle.  I would sit in the front of the cab and chat with her.

A contemporary way of cooking lontong rice
Yesterday, she described her busy schedule and how her family will be celebrating Hari Raya which takes place tomorrow.  It signifies the end of the month-long period when all Muslims fast between sunrise and sunset.

During this Ramadan fasting period, Bussorah Street in Singapore becomes abuzz with hawker stalls which sell food and drinks to break the fast, as we ll as baked goods to offer visitors to the home.  Here are the snapshots.


Selling baked goods and kueh

Special meals for the underprivileged.  Breaking fast at the mosque.

Nasi Briyani


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