This is an entry that I secretly dedicate for a good friend of mine. She is a just a simple Chinese girl who is really special beyond her simplicity. We were not as close as after she found Islam.
I can only pray that the light
2010- It was an evening unlike the other. Together with a few friends, we stayed at the uni to listen to a talk organized for Islamic Awareness Week. A well-known speaker from London came all the way to Portsmouth to share with us on the truthfulness of Islamic economy system and a few snippets of advice regarding how to survive in the world of capitalism.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Nuggle Cuddle Snuggle
Dear diary,
20 degree C?? Something rare is actually happening.
The outside weather is cold! Here in Kelantan, and you feel like unrolling your mattress at the compound to have a comfortable sleep. I am indulging the cold air with my ears listening to Chicago- Will You Still Love Me together with some kind of 'jiwangness' brought together by the wind. Among all the details that Allah has predestined in the solar systems, this is what I feel so grateful for- the passing cold wind from China. Tell me about it!
Oh well, since I find this too oddly special and I should get it kept here, so that in years to come I can recall that there was a period of time in my life where there is no need for me to feel jealous of those in Siberia who might not know the meaning of fluttering hand fan in a scorchingly hot day like I always do. My place is currently a proto-type of an ideal place to live in. It is a blessing, very minimal yet sufficiently satisfying.
I-don't-need-anymore-lemons-for-lemonade-at least-for-today-tomorrow-and-the-day-after
~No I can't go on.. 'Cause I can't go on..~
20 degree C?? Something rare is actually happening.
The outside weather is cold! Here in Kelantan, and you feel like unrolling your mattress at the compound to have a comfortable sleep. I am indulging the cold air with my ears listening to Chicago- Will You Still Love Me together with some kind of 'jiwangness' brought together by the wind. Among all the details that Allah has predestined in the solar systems, this is what I feel so grateful for- the passing cold wind from China. Tell me about it!
Oh well, since I find this too oddly special and I should get it kept here, so that in years to come I can recall that there was a period of time in my life where there is no need for me to feel jealous of those in Siberia who might not know the meaning of fluttering hand fan in a scorchingly hot day like I always do. My place is currently a proto-type of an ideal place to live in. It is a blessing, very minimal yet sufficiently satisfying.
I-don't-need-anymore-lemons-for-lemonade-at least-for-today-tomorrow-and-the-day-after
~No I can't go on.. 'Cause I can't go on..~
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Marvel
“Shakirah- her name may look plain on paper but the owner.
Frankly speaking, she is someone whom I look up to. Whoever lives with her can
emulate good qualities of a student, friend, sister, and ultimately a future
doctor. She developed her passion in medical field from the start and she works
hard towards achieving her goal. When it comes to work, she will be the most
professional person to contribute in the team. She also projects commendable level
of maturity which enables her to handle things well during ups and down. Above
that, she is still a flexible social butterfly who fits all circles. Despite our
perception of fun at times might be dissimilar, we perpetually share lots of
giggles throughout the journey and we still keep sharing laughs on every time
we catch up. I believe she will make an ideal doctor for the nation. I wish her
the brightest future ahead.”
This is the odd thing that I have done tonight. Yuyu requested me to write a testimonial for RMC yearbook although we were only together for a year in MRSM. Doing this as if I am also a part of her medical school. Pelik bin ajaib but it is such an honour... :D
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Oh Kak Jenny
Dear diary,
I came across some ugly definitions of a word that I initially had doubt creeping in regarding its existence. There is such term as housechild, although unauthorized but sufficiently depressing. As 'siot' as it seems, by definition a housechild is 'old-enough to be a housewife, unemployed, plus has lived away from the house for a period of time and is now coming back to the house just when the parents thought they were finally rid of her". Sheesh!! It has never been easy to get over this ongoing excruciating period of unemployment and uncertainty. It is like you are living alone on another earth that has stopped spinning. You can only witness a normal perfect life portrayed by other people while you helplessly questioning in silence why life is being so unkind to you. And somehow or rather you feel like getting back at world but again, the helplessness is the concern. I know. Allah knows. Only we both know. It is only the sixth day of 2014 and look how unmotivated have I become. Nak kena Ayuni niiii..
I need fresh air! Can the world hear me shouting from this mattress top? :D
While I was hoping for a good excuse for another so-called blissful escapism, Kak Jannah came in with the strongest ever reason to tell abah and mama. She is getting married! OK what is so great about her getting married? Of course it is! Kak Jannah is my naqibah. I have got to see her because.. first, I am pretty sure that it is unlikely to be another next time. The possibility is slowly fading. Second, I have millions of reasons to love her as she was the one who had made every weekend at Wellington more meaningful by prompting us to sit together turning each miraculous pages of Quran. The routine that grew to be more significant from that moment on. So that's it. Seeing Kak Jannah is a must even if It means that I've got to find my own way to her place in Muar.
He made thing easy for me as always. My spontaneous plan has been positively responded by the girls. Everybody seems to be willing travel again from different coordinate to catch up. There had been a few after we parted but it's never enough. Well, this stone gonna get not just two, but maybe three or four birds killed sadistically. I will promise to you el diario that I will get better. I will work on those few do's. Yezzaa..Just another week to go. Muy perfecto ^^
I came across some ugly definitions of a word that I initially had doubt creeping in regarding its existence. There is such term as housechild, although unauthorized but sufficiently depressing. As 'siot' as it seems, by definition a housechild is 'old-enough to be a housewife, unemployed, plus has lived away from the house for a period of time and is now coming back to the house just when the parents thought they were finally rid of her". Sheesh!! It has never been easy to get over this ongoing excruciating period of unemployment and uncertainty. It is like you are living alone on another earth that has stopped spinning. You can only witness a normal perfect life portrayed by other people while you helplessly questioning in silence why life is being so unkind to you. And somehow or rather you feel like getting back at world but again, the helplessness is the concern. I know. Allah knows. Only we both know. It is only the sixth day of 2014 and look how unmotivated have I become. Nak kena Ayuni niiii..
I need fresh air! Can the world hear me shouting from this mattress top? :D
While I was hoping for a good excuse for another so-called blissful escapism, Kak Jannah came in with the strongest ever reason to tell abah and mama. She is getting married! OK what is so great about her getting married? Of course it is! Kak Jannah is my naqibah. I have got to see her because.. first, I am pretty sure that it is unlikely to be another next time. The possibility is slowly fading. Second, I have millions of reasons to love her as she was the one who had made every weekend at Wellington more meaningful by prompting us to sit together turning each miraculous pages of Quran. The routine that grew to be more significant from that moment on. So that's it. Seeing Kak Jannah is a must even if It means that I've got to find my own way to her place in Muar.
He made thing easy for me as always. My spontaneous plan has been positively responded by the girls. Everybody seems to be willing travel again from different coordinate to catch up. There had been a few after we parted but it's never enough. Well, this stone gonna get not just two, but maybe three or four birds killed sadistically. I will promise to you el diario that I will get better. I will work on those few do's. Yezzaa..Just another week to go. Muy perfecto ^^
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Azam-zam alakazam
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
さようなら
"There are far better things ahead than any we leave behind"
I gazed on that quote for a few seconds, viewing from the life perspective of my own. Again, my negative mind is consciously overpowered by the overwhelming sense found from the unknown corner of the brain. The truth is, I am not altogether on Lewis' side in this matter. 2013 started pretty well with practicum and a few other crazy stuffs that we did together as students. In a contradict manner, the following months of the year went into nothingness since I have just trapped at home most of the time. The passing numb months after leaving IPDA has rendered myself cruel to declare that 2013 emitted light the least, in general. But there was one moment this year that the world was able to see every ounce of happiness evident on my face. The event that I have been wanting and waiting for several months. I asked and He listened. Allah looked straight into my heart. I know that. He showed it and I have clearly understood. So 2013, thanks for behaving well so long. You may leave now. :)
I gazed on that quote for a few seconds, viewing from the life perspective of my own. Again, my negative mind is consciously overpowered by the overwhelming sense found from the unknown corner of the brain. The truth is, I am not altogether on Lewis' side in this matter. 2013 started pretty well with practicum and a few other crazy stuffs that we did together as students. In a contradict manner, the following months of the year went into nothingness since I have just trapped at home most of the time. The passing numb months after leaving IPDA has rendered myself cruel to declare that 2013 emitted light the least, in general. But there was one moment this year that the world was able to see every ounce of happiness evident on my face. The event that I have been wanting and waiting for several months. I asked and He listened. Allah looked straight into my heart. I know that. He showed it and I have clearly understood. So 2013, thanks for behaving well so long. You may leave now. :)
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
8-18
Stop right there! I said to myself this morning. My brain signalled my fingers to do what they were supposed to. Each passing day brings us closer, but have not yet to the point of no return. Fortunately my brain did his job well in taking care of other people's feeling. Beyond that, I have to admit the power of God that is unbeatable. At one point, He hears me. Allah is truly above everything although He did that in the most shocking, saddest, and unexpected way.
People say,
To love is an effort.
To be loved is a bless.
No matter how small the effort is,
No matter how little the love feeling could be,
Thank you very much from the bottom of my heart.
The deceased that surely will be remembered, if not missed.
Allah will take care of you
People say,
To love is an effort.
To be loved is a bless.
No matter how small the effort is,
No matter how little the love feeling could be,
Thank you very much from the bottom of my heart.
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Allah will take care of you
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