For the first time since we have been in Kuwait – and that’s 8 1/2 years – a Kuwaiti girlfriend invited two other friends and I to have breakfast at her family chalet by the beach at Bneidar, 35 minutes south from where we live in Salwa. Many of my Kuwaiti friends have chalets by the beach somewhere south of Kuwait City where weekends would be spent with the family and extended family.

They are called chalets but, as I was not surprised to find, they were actually whole sprawling villas!

We agreed that everyone met at my place since we lived southernmost toward Bniedar and my friend Adee would drive us all to her chalet. She wouldn’t let any of us bring any food but promised we would have breakfast Kuwaiti-style and even cook our eggs on the barbeque or as they called it here, the “duwwa”. The back of Adee’s four-wheel drive Audi was filled with boxes that contained everything we needed for a very stylish Kuwaiti breakfast and Hiroko brought one of her specialty desserts.

It was a coolish morning and we were glad that it wasn’t windy or dusty or wet. It was a perfect day actually – a little chilly when we set out at 9:30 am but it warmed nicely much later. The drive didn’t take that long. Almost exactly 35 minutes after leaving my place we turned off the highway onto a desert road then Adee pulled up in front of a beige metal gate and beeped. Two Egyptian male workers opened the gates and the three of us gasped in awe at the sight of Adee’s chalet. It was palatial!

A huge garden, a gazebo, rows and rows of pillars framing a walkway. Even a greenhouse. Adee’s two workers moved speedily to set up our breakfast table in the garden while we explored the grounds gasping, and oohing and aahing. Then we found the other garden. The one facing the sea. And this is where we decided we should have breakfast! As fast as they had set up the tables in the back garden, they moved it to the seafront garden.

Garden by the sea

Hiroko, Maha and I helped to set up the breakfast buffet table under the watchful eyes of our gentle hostess, Adee, who seemed to have thought of everything to make this morning a very special and unforgettable one. From the batik tablecloth to matching paper plates and napkins, wooden disposable cutlery, coffee, tea, creamer, to all kinds of sugar including Splenda! It was a very posh breakfast in the garden by the sea. And the food, Adee had this brilliant idea of putting everything into airtight glass jars – everything kept fresh and no spillage! She brought fouls madammes, olives, mutabbal, hummus, halwa, and even nutella. Also fresh ingredients for our omelettes – chopped onions and tomatoes, sliced mushrooms and from the garden, fresh coriander. This was a feast fit for a queen. Hiroko quickly quipped that this was a “royal” breakfast. Indeed it was.

Royal breakfast!

There was a gentle breeze coming from the sea and it was a good thing that Adee had reminded us to bring warm clothing. When the workers carried the portable duwwa all ready with red hot charcoal we gathered around it to warm our hands. This was so cosy.

The ambience and the view, especially, brought us somewhere far, far away. Where could we be? It certainly did not feel like this was Kuwait! it was just so different. Today was such a different day from any day I had experienced in Kuwait. The view reminded me of the Seychelles from where we had just returned.  It was so relaxing to be by the sea.

I could live here!!

Adee poured bottled mineral water into a metal teapot and put it on the duwwa. This was how they,add tea and coffee the traditional Kuwaiti way. Then she brought out a pan, and put it on another section of the duwwa.

Cooking traditionally with the "duwwa"

She drizzled some oil and threw in the mushrooms…there we go, this is how we cook our eggs on the duwwa. Then the onions, tomatoes and coriander. She beat the eggs and threw them in. How wonderful to be doing all this in the garden of your chalet by the beach. I exclaimed to Adee, “I could live here!” and indeed, I could!

Adee preparing our omelet the traditional way

We had our hot omelette with Arabic bread. It was the most special omelette I had ever eaten…made with the loving heart of a true friend, a perfect hostess whose only thought was to please all her friends. We we so lucky to be invited to share all this.

Adee had all sorts of trees, plants and herbs growing in her garden. There were orange trees and fig trees. Tomatoes, cabbage, green chillies, aubergines, rocket, spinach, dill, coriander and parsley grew side by side in her vegetable and herb garden. And, she had a whole row of lemongrass shrubs! The was also one in the garden where we were having our breakfast and Adee cut a bundle of leaves, washed them and threw them in the pot of hot water warming on the duwwa. As we set enjoying our breakfast, fragrant lemongrass tea brewed in the background.

Brewing lemongrass tea on the duwwa

Lemongrass tea to warm us up

It really warmed us up! Adee had more plans for the day. She came out with small plastic bags for each of us and beckoned, “Come, it’s time to go and pick some seashells!” The beachfront was strewn with seashells and we chatted and laughed like children as we hunted for interesting shells to take home with us to remember today.

Seashells to remember our breakfast by the sea..

Time check….it was almost 1:00 pm and soon we had to make our way back to the city as everybody wanted to be back by 2:00 pm. But not before a tour of the chalet. The chalet looked huge from the outside, but Adee told us the were only four bedrooms. Each room was a good size with en suite bathrooms. The master bedroom also had a walk-in closet but the piece de la resistance was the balcony and the view that came with it. It was breathtaking. And the sound of the waves reminded me again of the Seychelles and our villa by the sea!

It was a lovely chalet and must be a great place to spend with family and loved ones. Adee said they didn’t spend as much time there as they should but I think we’ve convinced her that she should think about spending more time there as it was a beautiful chalet. As I said, I could live there! And I told Adee, how nice it would be if us girls could spend a weekend there on a painting retreat…everyone chuckled happy at the thought but we know, in reality that might not happen.

Four amigas!

This breakfast by the sea was already an amazing experience. Everything was perfect. We helped Adee clear up and put everything away as her two guys went around the garden packing lemongrass leaves and herbs for us to take home as is part of Kuwaiti hospitality!

I wished today didn’t have to end but as they say, all good things must end. Adee wants to do it again while we have this nice weather and invite some other Kuwaiti friends of ours. I think we are going to let her. And I can’t wait. In the meantime, thank you, dear Adee, for this special day!

Today was the big day. Again. No, really today is the big day.

My cousin had told me that he had spoken to his friend at the Subang Immigration Office. He finished his meeting at 3pm yesterday so I wouldn’t have been able to see him yesterday anyway. But he WILL be in the office this morning and so can see me. I went there again after dropping Danial off at work and was asked to go into the office area and into a room. My cousin’s friend seemed to be a friendly person and straightaway asked me what had happened to my passport. I told him the whole story and also that I had prepared all the documentation ready to be submitted.

He picked up the phone and told his secretary to send Mr Abdul in! Ahhhh, the familiar Mr Abdul. He told Mr Abdul to please “open a file” I suppose to kick off the process for my new passport. After Mr Abdul left the room, I asked him what happens with the one month period and he told that normally that’s the amount of time it would take to process an application for a new passport to replace a lost passport.

But it was possible to appeal to get the passport earlier to meet extenuating circumstances and he asked me by when I needed the passport. I told him hubby was booking my flight to Kuwait for 5th February and he also needed 7 working days after I get my new passport to apply for my Kuwait re-entry visa. Then he said “I can’t give you your passport today but will 2-3 days be OK? Today is Wednesday. Tomorrow was a public holiday because of Thaipusam then it’s Friday and the weekend. There are some procedures we have to follow and your application has to go to the Director in Shah Alam for approval. We’ll give it to you on Monday. Is that OK?”

Oh wow. Its more than OK. I was elated. I told him I had written an appeal letter – was that necessary? He said not absolutely necessary but attach it as it would help. I thanked him profusely and left the office to see Mr Abdul. Mr Abdul, who had earlier said no one could help me avoid the one month waiting period, was just doing his job and explaining the Department’s policy and procedures.

He was very friendly now and he actually smiled. He checked all my documents, ticked the checklist, took my thumbprints, printed an acknowledgement letter, signed it and gave it to me. Hmmmmm….I saw that it said they would inform me if my application was approved in one month. He said that was the normal procedure. Don’t worry. My application was in the right channel now. They would call me when the passport was ready. He asked me to write my phone number on the application form.

So that was it. I think this is the final bit of bureaucracy I have to endure here in Malaysia. After this it’s back to the Kuwait bureaucracy. I can’t wait for Monday.

I have a wedding to attend on Friday and the reception on Sunday….now I have the peace of mind to go and find something to wear.

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Hari Raya Aidil Fitri or Eid al-Fitr is the festival that follows the completion of Ramadan observance and its celebrated quite differently depending on where we are.

While living in Malaysia, we would traditionally hold our “Raya open house” on the second or third day of Eid. Many of our Muslim friends would usually be very busy with their own open houses or family commitments at this time so our guest list would for the large part be our non-Muslim friends.

Its not uncommon for people to cater the event to cope with the hundreds of invited guests. However, we always served home cooked food during our open houses and we invite a comfortable group of people so that its still “personal”.

Our spread of food usually comprised traditional Malaysian Raya fare such as chicken and beef rendang, kuah satay (peanut sauce of the kind usually served with Malaysian satay) and serunding, which are usually eaten with ketupat nasi or ketupat palas or another form of glutinous rice cake, lemang. Then there are the home-baked or these days, commercial home-baked quality, Raya cookies, and cakes. I also normally prepare another Malaysian dish such as a rice dish like nasi tomato served with curry, or one or another form of laksa etc.

Then there’s the Spanish stuff. Hubby started it and now we never have an open house without Spanish food….tortilla Española, arroz con leche, turron, roscón de reyes or king’s cake….and paella.

I remember our Raya when we lived in Swindon, England, in 2000. Eid fell in the winter and it had snowed the night before.

Snow at Eid in Swindon, UK

It was too cold for our traditional Raya garb, so our Raya portrait was very un-traditional! But we still had rendang which we prepared ourselves and ketupat for breakfast of course!

Helping with the rendang...

We didn’t know any Malaysians in Swindon at the time..actually, we had just arrived the month before and didn’t know anyone! So instead of an open house, we drove to Bath and spent the day there. Hubby had his unforgettable “salmon-overdose-incident” at the Pump House Restaurant and it was one unforgettable Raya!!!

The following year we were moving to Dubai just after Raya and the packers had started packing our stuff. So we spent Raya that year in London…I remember we had the traditional breakfast of rendang and ketupat (we brought it with us from Swindon!!) in our hotel room, before doing touristic stuff!

Our first near-conventional Raya was in Dubai in 2002. We had our traditional open house for the first time in three years at our sprawling villa on the first day of Raya.

Our villa in Dubai

We must have spent the last three days of Ramadan cooking the traditional spread and I think we invited pretty much everyone we knew! That was the only Raya we spent in Dubai.

I’ve just realised that all these years in Kuwait and we’ve only spent one Eid here – in 2004. Danial was still at Uni and his vacation had just begun – he made it back here just in time for Eid the next day. It was cool weather but everyone bravely put on their Raya best for the Embassy do. There was one in the morning for Malaysians and their families and in the evening the Ambassador and his wife invited Kuwait dignitaries. We were invited to both. Lucky us.

Dan and friends - open house in the gardens at the Malaysian Embassy

On the second day we held our open house – we made the traditional stuff and I also made curry laksa which was a hit.

Rashad with the Ambassador

In 2006 hubby had to attend a conference in Capetown and we spent the last few days of Ramadan there. The Eid celebration was pretty much non-existent for us!

Raya 2006 --> Cape of Good Hope

We had booked a tour and spent the day driving along the South African coast. We ate seafood, saw a whale in Hermanus and tried to make friends with an ostrich at the Cape of Good Hope!

The ostrich at Cape of Good Hope National Park

I had met now-Facebook friend Shanaaz at the Waterfront one day before Eid and we exchanged phone numbers. She did invite us to have Eid lunch with her and her family but we didn’t make it. It was the first time ever that we did not spend Raya with Danial and I was heartbroken. Actually. Yes. So being on the tour helped to take my mind off feeling sad.

All the other Rayas since we’d been in Kuwait had been spent in Malaysia with Danial and my family. Before our apartment was ready, we spent Raya at my parents’ home in Petaling Jaya. The first day we would usually be at home helping my parents attend to family, friends and neighbours who visited them endlessly. In the evening we’d go out and visit a couple of our friends. One year we were out till midnight visiting friends and you can imagine how exhausted we were not to mention stuffed! The second and third days we would be out visiting more friends. Basically we visited and we ate till we dropped! Which is pretty much the Malaysian Raya tradition.

This year, of course, it was different as we had our own home again.

We hadn’t planned any kind of “open house” because somehow we were not in the “mood” until I realised hubby was already arriving from Kuwait! This was also the first Raya without my dear Dad. I just didn’t know how it was going to be for us. I started feeling emotional a few days before just thinking about all the Rayas we had spent with him. Mum started to feel sad a few days before as she reminisced about Eid and all the things we used to do with Dad. We cried when we talked about it.

Anyway, we thought we might do something. I’m sure Dad would have wanted us to celebrate the end of the fasting month of Ramadan without him. Danial wanted to invite some of his friends and colleagues and so we decided that we would also have a few friends over on the third day. Nothing big…just the normal fare and a handful of friends. We also never had the experience of organising an “open house” in an apartment, so why not.

On the morning of the first day at Mummy's...

Our little "open house" at our own home again

Part of the family came over the next day...

It turned out to be quite a busy Eid after all. I decided to serve paella in addition to the traditional Malaysian fare and I cooked paella everyday for four days! Except for the first day which we spent at Mummy’s, we entertained friends at home every day until yesterday! As a result we didn’t do too much visiting at all. There’s always next year.

Celebrating Raya is always fun. Never mind we are always still trying to recover from Ramadan and trying to return to normality..never mind that we always eat too much..never mind that we never seem to stop cooking or entertaining friends and family.

That’s the spirit of Eid.

I had geared myself up for one more day of workmen in the apartment today.

The carpenter was coming to do one last bit to the AV panel and cabinet. I didn’t like the way the lights had been fixed under the hanging cabinet so he had to fix some kind of pelmet to conceal it. Plus there was a bit of defect in the wood right above the flat screen TV which was so annoying and which he could not fix. Adam asked him to add a kind of plinth and he was going to fix that today too. Well, actually it was supposed to be Monday. Which got postponed to Tuesday. Then yesterday. Then today. Fine I thought, because we had decided to tint the balcony door and all the windows because the morning sun was just too intense and the installation appointment was today.

At 9:30am I received a text message from my sister, Ann, that Aunty Nab, my parents’ next door neighbour and hubby’s “foster mum” had passed away. Apparently, at around 9am Uncle Mansor had been yelling for my dad and mum across the fence but they were both still resting. Dad finally heard and told Ann to go see what Uncle Mansor needed. He was distraught because Aunty Nab would not wake up. Her body was cold. They had both rested after the dawn prayers in the room downstairs. Ann did the needful because Uncle Mansor was obviously in shock. She looked up phone numbers for Rosena, Jamal and Khir and made the calls. At some point she told mum and dad what had happened and sent me that text message.

I was shocked. Mum and I had been talking about Aunty Nab and Uncle Mansor just yesterday. Mum and dad had been out with them a few days ago. I had not seen either of them since Eid which was five weeks ago. We went over to their house as we usually did mid-morning on the first day of Eid for Aunty Nab’s Penang laksa. It was always a treat for me. I have know her most of my adult life. Us “kids” had basically grown up together although most of us went our own way when we finished school, started working and had our own families. But we saw each other every Eid at least, when we’re back for Eid. So yes, I feel their loss.

When I recovered from the initial shock, I called Danial and all my brothers to let them know. Shock. Of course, since she hadn’t been ill. Uncle Mansor was frail but not Aunty Nab. She was feisty and certainly looked fit. But that’s it though, isn’t it? Life is so fragile. Its not short as you frequently might say, just fragile.

I called Mum but the phone was busy as you might expect. I think she’s calling all their friends to let them know the sad news. That’s what you do here when someone passes, you let their friends know. Everyone will make their way there to pay their respects and offer condolences. It will be a day of prayer and togetherness. When I managed to speak with Mum, I could hear and feel the sadness in her voice. All she could say was “Are you coming?”.

Of course I wanted to go. But these workers were supposed to be here. It was past 10am. No one was here. I called CP and after checking with the carpenter, he said they were unable to come today. Tomorrow, he said. I was upset because they had cancelled so many times but relieved at the same time…I called Helen at V-Kool and asked her what time her workers were coming to do the tinting, thinking that maybe I could reschedule. But she checked and said they were on the way.

So I’ve been stuck here, waiting for these guys to finish. Its just past noon and they’re done with the living room and the study. They’re working on Danial’s room and our room right now. As soon as they’re done, I’ll go over. Mum said Rosena was there when I called but I guess most people are there by now. They’ll be waiting for Dahlia and her family to fly back from Jakarta and if she arrives very late today, it’ll be doubly sad.

At this moment, I still can’t believe she’s gone. Its always like that when someone passes, isn’t it? Life is fragile. So handle with care. Al-Fatihah.

It was the first time my friends came over to visit since I moved into the new apartment. Zuraidah was supposed to visit at 3pm with her son, Amir. Mariam was supposed to come tomorrow morning for breakfast. When Amir cancelled  because of a college commitment, Zuraidah and Mariam both came at 3pm and it was “ladies afternoon”.

Apart from the confusion with the parking (sorry about that ladies, I shall take it up with management) I should say we had a very enjoyable afternoon! Of course we ate..what do you think? This is Malaysia! You don’t meet up unless there is food! We took our time of course, with some Spanish tapa and Malaysian lontong which Mariam brought. Great food!

Mariam didn’t want to go home and Zuraidah wants to come again to spend the whole day here! Mariam actually said later that she wants to come over again and spend the night here notwithstanding the fact that I don’t even have a guest room done up yet! Why? Because, she said, the place was like a sanctuary, where she felt she could hide from everything…or something like that. Will we have one? A guest room I mean? Well, not really a guest room but more like a sofa bed in the study cum studio.

Back to what Mariam said. Indeed, this place is like a sanctuary even to me and I actually can’t wait for the day when we can come back and live here.

Sorry, there were no photos of this unplanned “ladies afternoon”….amidst all the excitement, I forgot completely about the camera. There will have to be a next time before I leave, ladies.

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