In Malaysia and worldwide, our Muslim brothers and sisters are celebrating Aidilfitri at the moment – with that in mind, I’d like to take the opportunity to wish all my Muslim friends a wonderful Aidilfitri and Eid Mubarak!

Maaf zahir dan batin for the mistakes that I’ve inevitably made over the past year and on this site, and thank you for reading; may you have a wonderful time with your families, and have a wonderful celebration ahead!

Here’s a card I made to celebrate the occasion:

The card is AI-generated; it was made in Midjourney, the prompts were designed and engineered by me in combination with ChatGPT and Midjourney /describe, and the card itself was created in Microsoft Designer. It took a little bit of tweaking and it won’t replace a heartfelt wish, but hope you like it!

Also, here are a few more:

Have a wonderful celebration, and look forward to catching up with you all soon!

V.

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