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IED MUBARAKQ at MASJID AL-SUNNAH

Sammah, me and Sarah

She wants to cover her pimples! :P
Cadar=khamar
(well, I don't know how to spell it actually, Sammah said that 'cadar',she call it as'khamar')

Sarah :D

Brothers

Sisters



Cute little girl and boy,went to Ied prayer like they want to have ballroom party :P

So today, I am not going to school, instead, I celebrate Idul Fitri :D
I went to Sammah's house and then together we went to mosque to do Id prayer. We have pray at the gym actually so I don't know actually is it the mosque or not. Then we're having breakfast with arabian food at the park.I met some of my friends at school, I don't know actually that there are many moslems at my school (not many actuallly but for at least 10 should be enough to be categorized as many in boggy, St. Pete right)
Then I went to Sammah's house, went out for shopping together and having pizza for lunch then her brother gave me a ride to home :D

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