The night before Eid, my cousins and aunts usually get together to get henna done on their hands by me. The ... It’s Ramadhan, the month of fasting. Two weeks have already gone by, Alhamdullilah and there’s not much time left. I wish this month can go on for longer.
So, I found a henna cone from last Eid in the fridge and you know how it is for me when it comes to henna. I grabbed my sister and decided to practice a little. 
My cousins were here visiting after some, 14 years I think. And like most visits, there’s always a henna “session” where all the girls (mostly) just gather at someone’s place and have henna applied on their hands. Except, this time it was after a party. I did it for my cousin and her daughter. My other cousin did it for my baby sister and my baby sister did it for my niece (a flower + sun on one hand, and a super cute car on the other). Unfortunately, I don’t have the photos for the henna designs that day right now.
But since then, I’ve been applying it on my mom, my sister (albeit forcibly) and myself.
I really do love this nameless henna brand. It’s a shame I can’t get it anywhere else other than this boutique that’s about 30 mins away. It dyes the deepest red and has a really nice fragrance. The best part is that the color gets darker as the hours and days go by until you’re plain scared by the near-black design that’s dyed into your skin.
And I have photos (have you noticed how I love posting photos?). All of them redirect to my flickr account.
… And apparently, this is all the time I can spare on *this* break. I must escape the death glare.
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