The fact that sis Yasmin Mogahed is already in Malaysia and I will not get the chance to meet her this Saturday is just toooooooooo devastating T_T Maybe I'll force/pujuk sweety AK [force/pujuk has begun :p] to snap a picture or two [oh! so jelly! ]
Anyways, this blog will go into hiatus for I'm not sure how long.
Is it normal to feel like "nak makan budak ni sebab comel!" ?
Dua2 bukan anak gue
I regret the years I spent not liking comfortable around children [it's more complicated than what I wrote].....But, good thing is, now that I'm new in this world, I'm obsessed with them like nobody's business...MUAHAHA
I've been reading and writing less these days. It shows in my writing performance. It also shows in my editing job. I'd be like "should this word be with a double L or T?" and my S-V-agreement is all twisted.....muahaha...that's when Mr.Google comes in handy :p [but I loathe a copy-pasted-from-google thesis paper being given to me...If I was the lecturer,I won't waste my time reading it!]
But, this attitude must change. Guess one year plus duration of working has made me so dependent on search engines that my language brain died a little. [obama OH NO! face]
Just finished proofreading and editing one chapter from so many chapters and wanted to escape for a while and where best to go? none other than A TREE WAS ONCE A SEED....thing is, the seed is showing no progress :p
This hadeeth has been lingering in my mind for quite some time. I've been "made aware" of this hadeeth so many times but I never could really capture what it really meant *obama REGRET face*.
Reading some articles and watching some videos made me slowly grasp an understanding of the meaning.
We should ALWAYS have a sense of husnu zhon towards Allah, for that every pleasure, every YES YOU CAN HAVE THIS AND THAT is a blessing.....and for every NO YOU CAN'T HAVE THIS AND THAT is also a blessing in disguise.... That if we do not question His judgments, submit our total trust in Him, He will replace the rejections, the disappointment with a better gift. Our weapon to keep on fighting is our NEVER ENDING du'a...khayr inshaAllah.
I'd like to share a very beneficial link regarding this matter: HERE
So many invitations but due to some limitations,couldn't afford to attend all. But, alhamdulillah, finally I managed to reach Pashuwarya's hometown, Kuala Kangsar,for her older brother's walimah. In fact, I attended all three occasions, the nikah, bride's side and groom's side, VVIP-ing like a boss I would say :). KK is just a nice place for a first timer like me [yes, first time in my life reaching there =_=] and her family is just so wonderfully warming. Introvert me felt so homey there,ngehe. What I love most is, Arif Fikri! A very very cute 5 months old baby....munch munch munch.
Interesting culture apparel from the bride's family members from Sabah :)
Another one of Arif Fikri :)
[so much enthusiasm in the writing above,lol]
Unwell. I pray for it to wash away some sins. Nothing if compared to the pain those in Syria, Palestine,etc suffer from.
You can't really do much if you don't have this so-called value paper *sigh*
Should I quit now or try better in the future? =_=
Don’t grieve at the stab.
It’s only meant to free you.
From the chains that bind you to the earth
and shackle you to the shadows of people.
The mirage of water cannot quench.
But is so beautiful to the thirsty.
I’m afraid. Of never knowing another life.
Different. So different.
If I let go, will You take me higher?
Above grief, want, loss. Above all that I’ve ever known. Take me higher. Unbind me from the earth. Like a vaccine, it sickens, to make you stronger. The stab is temporary. The freedom, eternal.