Don't grieve at the stab

Life's progress

Moving yet stagnant.


Walimah

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 :)

So cute!

Another one of Arif Fikri :)

[so much enthusiasm in the writing above,lol]



Health

Unwell. I pray for it to wash away some sins. Nothing if compared to the pain those in Syria, Palestine,etc suffer from.



Money

You can't really do much if you don't have this so-called value paper *sigh*




Dreams

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.

                                                                                   [Yasmin Mogahed]







*pause*






Life itself, is still moving.


Alhamdulillah ^^