Ramadhan has come and gone in the blink of an eye. I paid my zakat fitrah today. The obligatory zakat to be paid during Ramadhan, latest to be paid the morning of first Syawal, before Solat Al-Eid. Tears came into my eyes as I sat in the car before starting the engine, reflecting on my previous Ramadhan... the journey of my life.
I remember after my parents divorced, we didn't know whether my father will pay our zakat fitrah. My mother has taken the responsibility to ensure all our zakat fitrah were paid on time. When my brother was older, he was given the task to go the mosque and pay for the whole family.
When I started working, I have to pay on my own unless I reminded my brother to do so. How time has changed. What was once the responsibility of the father until the daughter gets married, or the male siblings if the father is not around, nowadays many single ladies has to do it themselves. While the zakat amount is not such a big deal, but I still prefer to have male family member pay on my behalf. The gesture signifies family ties and belongingness.
Nonetheless, when everyone is busy with their daily lives, I don't want to impose something which I'm capable of doing. Just that, it would be nice if....
The situation is even more different this year. Somehow, I will go through it... the day will be over and a new day begins. That's how it will be every day. So no matter what... somehow I will go through it.
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