At 6 am I would rise, drink plenty of water, wash myself up and start my day by praying the first of five obligatory prayer (solat), Subuh. After that I’m supposed to sit in Sufi meditation for twenty minutes, but being the bad, fidgety Sufi I am, I can’t even sit for a minute of its meditation the way I can read the Quran nonstop for an hour. It shows how weak my spirituality is, but any way I will sit on my prayer mat till 7 am.
7 am the sun would have risen for a few minutes, and I would rise to perform another solat in gratitude for its rising for another day (solat israq). I would immediately go downstairs where the cats would be having their breakfast (my brother’s job) and the first thing I would do is clean.
Things that need cleaning varies are typically:
1) The Porch (cat cage, cat dining, cat cloths, floor, etc)
2) The Living Room Floor (sweep, mop, sweep again)
3) The Floors Upstairs
And other miscellaneous stuff like when the cat’s toilet door is closed so he pees on the floor, threatened new cat spraying on the curtains, the car, etc. I like cleaning The Porch, my mother does the living room floors and prepares breakfast, and my brother cleans upstairs.
We sit down and have breakfast together after the morning chores at about 8 am. Normal families don’t have this luxury because they’re out to work, but we do because our father doesn’t want us to go out to work. He wants me to help my mother out, and I guess my filial piety outweighs my dreams in life. When else would I be able to repay her bringing me up, anyway?
After breakfast (about ten-twenty minutes) we continue doing more chores; the wet laundry needs to be aired, the dishes would need to be washed, perhaps the cat toilet needs to be cleaned, oh no the cat walked in with muddy paws time to mop again.
The general rule is: Nobody is allowed to sit down and do nothing while another person is doing housework. We’ll have to find something to do, and there will always be something to do (like scrubbing the sink). We have four bedrooms, three bathrooms, two kitchens, two small living areas. Our house is not big, but there will always be something to do.
At about 9 – 9.30 am I would go upstairs to bathe, and then solat dhuha, which we believe is a prayer to invite sustenance to come into our lives. I then start work on my computer. It depends what I’ll have to do that day. I have several projects in hand currently, which would be easier to do if we had fibre optics (Unifi) internet installed. We don’t because our area is new, thus the systems have not been activated, says the telecom company.
This time I won’t be able to do work for long anyway. Sometimes my mother would call for me to help her in the kitchen, time to cook lunch. After being distracted from my initial point of work, I’ll usually return without understanding anything I was trying to do and I’ll try to read a book or write random posts like this to help me get back in focus.
It’s 1 pm I would see that it’s time to pray the second of five obligatory solat, Zuhur. And after Zuhur my eyelids would get heavy and being at home, I would allow myself to sleep. It depends how long I sleep, my body knows how much it needs or how tired I am, ha ha.
I would wake up and find myself able to continue with my work.
Sometimes when it looks like it’s about to rain we’ll have to bring in the laundry.
It would then be 4.30 pm, time to pray the third obligatory solat, Asar. I’d pray and then continue with more work, until 5-6 pm where I’d go down to hang out with both my parents.
6 pm I’ll watch tv while I have dinner and clean the kitchen for the night.
Cats eat at 6.15 pm.
7 pm I go upstairs to pray in congregation our fourth obligatory solat, Maghrib. We extend our prayers with our Sufi practices until about 7.45 pm where I’d either continue with my work on the computer, complete the nightly cleaning chores or read the Quran.
8 pm we pray in congregation again for our final obligatory solat of the day, Ishak. With our Sufi practices we end at 9 pm, where after that I’d either continue with my Quran reading, or go downstairs to check on the cats, or if I’m just lazy I’ll go back to my room to read or do work or do nothing.
If I’m not doing work, I’ll be in bed by 10 pm.
If I’m doing work, I might get absorbed and realise it’s already 11 pm, oops time to go to sleep. I usually try not to do work after Ishak, but sometimes when the passion or urgency calls, I do it.
Twice a week I’d go with my mother to the grocery stores (yes, many places) to get fish for the cats. I don’t trust my mother to drive on her own. These visits typically take 6 hours in total, say from 11 am – 5 pm, like that. I don’t have friends I meet every day, but I hone my socialisation skillz by talking to random strangers at the grocery store about fish and vegetables. It’s random but it works, I guess?
Once a week I’d go to my aunt’s place to use her internet. I’d download everything I need for the week. videos I want to watch, tutorials I want to understand. I take care of her cats too. Sometimes in between I’ll have to send her cats to the vet, and that takes up time and energy as well.
Once a month for the past two years I’ve been going to a facial for relaxation purposes. I think I bloody deserve it. But it’s kinda expensive for me now, because I haven’t had a proper paying project (I tend to do things for free?) since the demise of 24/7 internet in my life.
People tell me I won’t be able to find a husband with my current way of life, but I’ve had two informal marriage proposals (it has to be informal for it to be formal) which I said no. I’m still young, but at the same time I’m alarmingly aging. I am concerned, but I’m not THAT concerned. I believe love will find its way if it’s meant to be, anyway 😉
People wonder if I ever get bored, but I don’t. Simply put: I find joy in the littlest things that it’s not easy for me to get bored. My brother watches movies on his computer and shares new music with my sister in Indonesia, but not me I guess.
I used to have Candy Crush Saga and Soda but I’ve deleted them when I found that I’ve turned into an addict. I used to have families in The Sims 4 but my brother deleted them. I’m fine now. I was angry at him for deleting my families, but I’m fine now. I’ve completed Dragon Age (not Inquisition YET), Outlast, played a bit of Assassins Creed, and other random things but I don’t need them to make me happy.
I think I was given this kind of life because:
I can handle mundane and unexcitement without it killing it me.
Unless it already has and I’m dead without knowing?
(I’m too busy to vet this piece of writing thanks for your patience ya good bye)