With long weekend ahead of us, we already planned few things to do over the weekend. On Saturday, Mika will have Manasik Haji in his school, Sunday - we planned to visit Sonia and Monday - I planned to stay home all day with possibility of going to salon for hair spa.

We started it with Manasik Haji. After some luring and carrot & stick technique, I finally managed to get Mika dressed up in his kain ihrom and leave the house on time. He was pouting all the way to his school because he wanted to stay home and play Play Station. I made a mental note to speak to him one more time about Play Station and how he should not let it get in his way to do other thing. The question is how? I honestly think that Play Station is a tool of evil.

We arrived around 7.30 am and the day was beautiful. With fluffy white clouds and clear blue sky. I could feel a drop of golden sun warming my face. There were already hundreds of kindergarten kids in his school wearing the same white dress. Mika met his friends and he begun to smile again. Not long after that he already busied laughing and shoving at each other. Phiew. Last time I checked, he was busy counting moles in his friend’s back. I almost could not suppress a big grin hearing their silvery laughter. It was contagious and heartening. Made my heart light and clear my head.

I stayed throughout the occasion. Met Mika’s teachers and used the opportunity to re-arrange the meeting for rapport on Wednesday. I also met other Moms. Didn’t chat quite much though. Everybody was busied taking pictures and making sure that their kids were not missing in the midst of white.

The kids were doing the complete Hajj in order. There was teacher who pretend that they were about to leave the Soekarno Hatta airport, arrive in King Abdul Aziz airport (I guess), staying in Mina, going through the Mina tunnel, throwing rocks (I was a bit worried as the kids happily throwing paper rocks at each other. I did not see any first aid kit around but I probably over reacted) at Jabal Ula, thawaf (moving in circle) around the Ka’bah (where they busily pushed the Ka’bah around), kissing the Hajar Aswad, Sa’i -which is actually running between Shafa and Marwah hills, which turn out to be the sprint contest, drinking the zam-zam water, pray together and cut the hair. They took picture whereby the Ka’bah is already several meters out of its original place.

I am happy to see that Mika had such a great time. He kept on stealing a glance at me. I heard him asked his friend, ” That’s my mother. Where is your mother?” So I guess it’s a good thing that I stayed. I want to enjoy this moment before he reach an age where he will be embarrassed to see his parents around.