As the nuance and the joy of Eid Mubarok have not over yet, here I would like to share about one tradition of ours (Indonesian) during this celebration instead of wearing new clothes and eating too much . This tradition is called SUNGKEMAN, which is derived from sungkem, meaning to show respect by bowing on one’s hands and knees ( This ritual might have been vanished in several families, but mine is still doing that. As well as Keraton (palace)’s family, sungkeman in my family is held after Sholat Ied (Eid Al-Fitr prayer), to ask for forgiveness after all we have done these day, especially those things that have hurt our feelings. The young one is the one who bows to show his/her respect to the elder. 

The young one is bowing on his hands and knees to ask for forgiveness to elder.


The order of sungkeman might be different, depends on the family. Keraton’s family usually has numerous people who are willing to to do so to Sultan (the King of Yogyakarta and as a Governor of Yogyakarta). Hence, normally this ritual lasts for two/three days since commoners are allowed to wish Sultan Happy-Idul-Fitri. The participants include the family member of Sultan, followed by the regents, mayors, courtiers, and the commoners.

On the other hand, sungkeman in common families is only held once after the prayer (of Idul Fitri), with the member of families as participants. The elder one sits and receives the respect and forgiveness of the younger who bows. Simply, like Dad (as the elder one and the head of family) sits, then Mom bows and asks him for forgiveness for her faults. When they are done, Mom sits beside him and I bow to Dad then to Mom. Then, I sit next to Mom while my lil sister bow to Dad then to Mom then to me, and so on and so forth…

Actually, this ritual is not only held during Lebaran, but also during Mantenan (marriage ceremony) to ask for permission and forgiveness as well. Since Lebaran is celebrated annualy, ritual of sungkeman becomes strongly related to Eid Mubarok celebration. However, this is not an obligation, especially for those who live in perantauan (so far away from one’s family) and they cannot go home (mudik) to visit families during the celebration. But, asking for forgiveness still can be done (kinda obligation), especially during these days, in which skype and any other forms of social media are available to ease communication of human-beings. 


Happy Eid Mubarak!

Taqabbalallhu minna wa minkum… minna wa minkum taqabbal yaa kariim


Alhamdulillahirabbilalamiin… I cannot thank God more for what have been achieved this year. It is not the end of the year though, but I am so thrilled for what God has given to me. So thrilled, since one of my wish had already come true. Last year, on August, 8 2013, exactly, I prayed to God for giving me the chance to spend this holy month, ramadhan, altogether with ma meilleure famillehere in Indonesia. At that time, I was in Huelva, Spain for my internship at a big copper smelter worldwide. 

To be honest, it was not that easy to spend ramadhan in the area which day time is longer than night, especially for those who has kidney problem. Iftar was at 9.xx pm, almost at 10 pm. Whoa! It really was a very long day. Ma maman, she reminds me not to push myself too far since I was in recovery after my kidney surgery. But I was so intended not to spend my whole shaum shifted on non-Ramadhan month. In the name of Allah, I successfully did my shaum during several days of ramadhan there.


As well as my shaum during that year, I was having my Eid Al-Fitr there (Eid Al-Fitr is celebrated as the day of breaking fast as the Islamic holy month of Ramadan ends. Eid is a reward for Muslims who, apart from fasting, have restrained themselves from material and spiritual vices including, lying, cheating, violence and theft). I, actually, planned to have it in Morocco. Unfortunately, it seems to be unfeasible since my budget and my time is quite limited, so I chose not to. So there I was, having my Eid Mubarok at the office. Luckily, I had very wonderful and gentle bosses and supervisors. They took me out for dinner and they treated me very well. What a pleasant dinner, Inma and David. I do miss you both. And Sol, especially. Though I did have a great time with them, in Spain, I still miss having ramadhan and eid mubarak on kampuang nan jauh di mato  (hometown, even though I am not sure, still, where my exact hometown is), sungkeman with ma maman, mon papa, and ma petite-sœur, helping my mom do the dishes (since usually there are guests and neighbours coming over after eid al fitri prayer, my mom prepares several cuisine to serve, like an open-house thingy). Though, those are not the main idea of having eid mubarok, still the nuance of eid mubarok was not there, in Huelva. And I did miss it!

Having the opportunity to spend those special days here, with my family, uaaaaah!!! I thank God very much for it. Even though, it is kinda sad to leave Ramadhan… the holy month, on which our good deeds will be replied twice or more, insha Allah. Anw, see you next year, Ramadhan, in different places. Aamiiiiin…