God bless, the 'aqiqah' was a success.
Most of the cow's meat was given to the villagers and the poor. The rest was specially cooked for us and some of our relatives. I did not eat the dishes cooked but my family claimed it was the best they had in a long time. They said that the meat was extremely tender and soft.
I do not eat sacrificial meat. I guess the whole process has a psychological effect on me. I get flashbacks of the cow being pulled around by its neck and legs, being tied to the ground and being put to death with a single stroke of the deadly parang. It is far too gory for me to take. When I see the meat, I feel like throwing up.
As the kids were not really used to sleeping without the air-con and mosquitoes, we rented an apartment at the Mahkota Hotel in Malacca's city district.
The view from our apartment
Me, Mummy, Kyra and Rae at the pool
The Bedroom
The main reason we are in Malacca: Their 'aqiqah'
Auntie June's family also joined us
Me, Regina and Mummy enjoying the cooling kampong night
We played sparklers
We played on the swing
We rode the bikes
The sacrificial cows
We also played in the pool
The whole experience of spending time at the kampong was an extremely pleasant one. We enjoyed the fresh air and the simple lifestyle very much. Kyle played with the chickens and the cats and ran around the open meadows through the pretty flowers. It really breaks us free from the busy lifestyle in Singapore.
Sigh..the holidays are ending soon..:(
