"Are you going to wear the tudung?"
"Yes, of course."
Mum didn't look very happy with my answer. I knew she'd preferred me without one but I told her it's impossible unless everyone who work in the photo studio are Muslim ladies. So I compensated by wearing a black tudung so that it'd look more like my hair although black doesn't really suit my complexion.
Earlier, I had helped her to put on my robe and mortar hat. She laughed in embarasssment but she was pleased. She looked good in it.
Had it not been for Mum, I would not be a graduate today. She had actually nagged me into continuing my studies so she too had played a big role in my graduation.
As Mum could not attend the convocation, I had made arrangement to have a photo session with her at the studio. That photo will be hers to hang anywhere she likes in her house. Later we had lunch and dinner with Brother who preferred not not to be in the studio with us. He has his personal reasons.
I spent the whole day with them.
They looked happy.
Syukur alhamdulillah I was able to share my good news with them.
Allah swt in His grace made it possible.