My son told us that his friend Ishak (not his real name) was dropping by to hang out at the house. He was just informing us. No permission really needed. Just notification. These 15-year olds had just completed their PMR exams. It is time to hit the PS3 games with a vengeance.
Since Ishak was at the house we decided to "bungkus" some Otai burgers from the franchise burger stall nearby for the kids.
Got home. Dropped the burgers off in the lounge. Ishak greeted me with "Hi, Uncle". I responded with my usual, "Hi, Ishak." The dinner arrangements taken care of I headed upstairs for a much-needed TGIF snooze.
I just came downstairs. It is almost midnight.
I saw a folded blanket in the middle of the lounge floor. Ishak is long gone by now. My son having retired with his laptop to his room, I asked my daughter why the blanket was on the floor.
She told me, "Oh, Ishak needed to pray just now." I realised that it must have been the Maghrib prayer time.
I asked her how Ishak could have identified the kiblat direction.
She said, "I think he agak-agak."
I just want to say that I think Ishak is a way cool Muslim Malay Malaysian boy.
I also want to say that he wears his faith so easily, which shows that he has received very wise instructions on his faith.
Finally, I want to say that his parents are very cool Malaysians.