My BB didn’t do justice to what I was trying to capture here. These organic garlic from the organic shop at Ikano was so tiny that they looked like buttons. I wonder if these are roasted, they can be eaten like nuts. Like garlic nuts for snack? While garlic is good antioxidant, their smell is a turn off for me. So if you eat raw garlic or chew on garlic, please don’t get near me.
Coz I prefer sambal. I can’t live without sambal. I tried and I couldn’t.
This sambal from Rex, in Singapore. It used to be too delicious but now the standard has dropped significantly.
The last indulgence I had at Secret Recipe. This is choco-berry-cheesecake. Thereafter, we got news that their supplier punked on them by supplying them with some non-halal ingredients. Should I boycott Secret Recipe then? Of course not. The products in question are the cakes, which for a while I can always lay off while waiting for the official statement from Secret Recipe itself. There are other menus in the restaurant chain that can feed me halal and hence there is no reason for any outcry to boycott secret recipes or whatever.
Just like the case with the Christian groups performing their da’wah here and now Secret Recipe etc… Melatah seems to be the most feasible reactions here in the case of being poked in any part of their social life. For me, what is more grave for them to melatah about is the fact that Malaysia ranked amongst the top ten in the world for alcohol consumption. Faith issues aside, imagine how many thousand livers have been damaged to reach that ranking.
Between priority and drama, which is more important here, I wonder.
Btw, the cake was delicious.
The most lucrative business industry in Makkah. Since thousands of men shave their heads after completing the whole umrah ritual, at ten bucks a shave, these barber owners must be millionaires indeed.
Souks where bargaining experts should be in their elements. I quote a shopkeeper’s words to my husband ” Your shopping here in Makkah very good sir. Your wife bargain very strong”. I got my early childhood training in bargaining at Pasar Geylang, thank you.
At Jabal Rahmah, or Mount of Rahmah where Adam and Eve was reunited after they were thrown out of heaven for their disobedience in eating the forbidden fruit. We climbed up to the top using the original side rocky path for a little rock climbing adventure and were greeted with these love hopefuls who were signing their names with ‘so n so loves so n so’ in any imaginable languages one can think of–on monument built on top of this ‘Love Mountain’. Very soon at the end of the month, there will be painters painting white paint all over the monument and then there will be another set of love hopeful pilgrims with their markers signing their love messages yet again. Love is indeed a universal language :D.
I was praying my Solat Sunat Ihram when this pregnant tabby came from nowhere and plonked herself onto me, that I had to carry her and moved her to the side of me. Then she purred and ‘golek-golek’ on my feet as though she was my long lost friend from somewhere. Then she sat next to me throughout the time I was reading the doa after solat, read my ‘niat umrah’ and till I walked out of the mosque.
Taken their miqat already, time to go back to Tanah Haram to perform the umrah. We usually go to take miqat in the morning and by the time we reach back in Tanah Haram, it would already be 10am in the morning and soon while doing the tawaf umrah, the sun would be at the hottest. That’s when the kaabah area won’t be as crowded any other times as many would be back in their hotels or indoors to rest and wait for zuhur.