The strangest feeling that she ever had, was that Allah swt had sent someone for her to love and to love her.
One obstacle after another seemed to line the path but Allah still kept them connected.
Despite their differences in character, the way they disagreed with each other and the way they both thought, there seemed to be an invisible magnet that drew them together.
Over time, they realised how much they have both changed and now they seemed to be more in sync. They could understand without communicating, love without meeting and trust without promising.
She remembered there was a time after her tahajjud prayer, she felt cool air on her palms. That day was a day for the first 'test' that Allah swt sent her.
Probably the strange cool air that she felt was a gift from Allah to cool her heart.
Allah brought them together again and gave another test. She believed, just like the first test, this too shall come to pass.
Allah swt seemed to be sending many unexpected assistance despite the tough test that He was giving.
She believed it was His way of telling her, "Be patient. I'm with You.".
She believed that whatever that was happening, was going to be a ray of hope for others.
The Almighty chose them, to go through it and then share their struggles and success story in persevering in Your path during this tough modern times when people have forgotten about Allah swt. To remind the people, to appreciate and trust Allah swt in all matters.
~This was something that I stumbled upon on Facebook and thought of sharing it here:)
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Birthday Wish
There comes a point in your life when you have to turn into a mature and responsible adult. According to conventional norms, it comes when your age turns 21. Indeed, I am turning 21 in July. As the months progressed this year, I see my friends celebrating their 21st with parties and what-nots. I sincerely wish them all the best and may they be granted of long-lasting happiness. For more sadness in this world now just won't help.
Being a private person, I don't like the big HOOHA when it comes to birthday. Just being with my family feels right. And having good food amongst good old friends will cement a smile on my face. Or you know what, just a good undisturbed sleep. Its really just another birthday. Another year has passed. 21 years of age. When I was a kid, I truly could never imagine turning 21. I thought that somehow my life would end before I could reach 21. To others perhaps unimaginable but to me, I couldn't imagine or vision a life beyond 21. Now that, I'm here, the future looks unpredictable. As if, anything could happen. And my actions seems to reflect the nature of future. To elaborate, I do the most unexpected of things. Making decisions on impulse. Like donating blood without telling my parents. Or going to strange places. Attending talks and lectures. Attending to the endless flow of questions in my mind. Maybe everyone does enter such a phases of life. Maybe.
Turning 21 is huge in the legal aspect. You get to vote. You get entitlements. You get more responsibilities. Yo get more pressured into doing 'adult' things like get a job, get married, have kids. You have to think as an adult. Whatever does 'adult' mean? Is it purely defined by the number of years you exist on this Earth? De jure, 21 seems to be that number.
My family and relatives think I'm matured and responsible. They have no idea. Okay, perhaps, I am more responsible because I know what my priorities are. Matured? Ummm, sure why not? Let's just keep others thinking that I'm that.
Birthday wish... Hmm, what's the point? I won't even be in Singapore with my family on my birthday. I'll probably be sitting in front of my laptop, blogging about how miserable I am away from home on my 21st birthday. Let's see how what happens when that day comes shall we? ;)
Being a private person, I don't like the big HOOHA when it comes to birthday. Just being with my family feels right. And having good food amongst good old friends will cement a smile on my face. Or you know what, just a good undisturbed sleep. Its really just another birthday. Another year has passed. 21 years of age. When I was a kid, I truly could never imagine turning 21. I thought that somehow my life would end before I could reach 21. To others perhaps unimaginable but to me, I couldn't imagine or vision a life beyond 21. Now that, I'm here, the future looks unpredictable. As if, anything could happen. And my actions seems to reflect the nature of future. To elaborate, I do the most unexpected of things. Making decisions on impulse. Like donating blood without telling my parents. Or going to strange places. Attending talks and lectures. Attending to the endless flow of questions in my mind. Maybe everyone does enter such a phases of life. Maybe.
Turning 21 is huge in the legal aspect. You get to vote. You get entitlements. You get more responsibilities. Yo get more pressured into doing 'adult' things like get a job, get married, have kids. You have to think as an adult. Whatever does 'adult' mean? Is it purely defined by the number of years you exist on this Earth? De jure, 21 seems to be that number.
My family and relatives think I'm matured and responsible. They have no idea. Okay, perhaps, I am more responsible because I know what my priorities are. Matured? Ummm, sure why not? Let's just keep others thinking that I'm that.
Birthday wish... Hmm, what's the point? I won't even be in Singapore with my family on my birthday. I'll probably be sitting in front of my laptop, blogging about how miserable I am away from home on my 21st birthday. Let's see how what happens when that day comes shall we? ;)
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
India
You see this everyday roaming the streets of Delhi
This, is quite a rare sight. Camels. We took a camel ride to see the Taj
The grand entrance into the compounds of the Taj Mahal
Silks & Cottons of India Expo.
Amazing place.
The very people we were there for. The children in the Prayas community.
~Salam~
Bloody affaire
On the 8th of June 2012, Friday
I saw the dark red colour of blood flowing out of my left hand. It was a shock then it became thrilling.
This has always been one of the things I have been dying to do since the last time. Blood donation.
On a gloomy and rainy day, I left the house to meet up with my very good friend to catch up and have lunch. Before that, we went to the Bloodbank. I hadn't told my family where I would be going or what I would be doing. But I still went and donate blood. The Bloodbank is conveniently located in the north where I live.
I'm nervous about going there alone, not knowing what may happen there and after donation. I could have fainted at the sight of a needle or the sight of my own blood. To be honest, I was a tad confident that day. As if the invincibility potion flowed through my veins.
The Bloodbank is actually a bright and welcoming place. It was a pleasant surprise. Registering, check-up and some blood tests went as smooth as a baby's bottom. Before heading into the brightly lit room of donors, machines and what-nots, I grabbed a pack of Milo and drank on the spot. Just a last minute (futile) effort in increasing the blood glucose level. Also, the staff there are ever so friendly and helpful. And off I went into the room, there were three other men in the big, white-washed and spacious room. Large LCD screen TVs on two opposite sides decorate the walls. I felt so welcomed and safe. Upon sitting on the huge cushioned lean-back chairs, a lady quickly provided me with a blanket. Warmth. It had been raining since morning that day.
As they were preparing the equipments, my gaze fell on the view outside. The windows covered half of the wall, providing a view of the skies and the building next to us. The clouds were still in a foul mood, projecting a gloomy forecast. But that surely did not dampen my spirits.
The senior nurse walked towards my chair, alcohol swab stroked the crook of my left arm. A cooling sensation. Then, she revealed the needle. As she was about to insert it into my skin, I looked to my right, avoiding the scene. I would rather feel the pain than to see me subjected to that pain. Ouch! It felt like someone pinched me so quickly that there was no lingering pain. And so, I began pumping my left hand, gripping and releasing my fist. The dark red blood flowed just like a river flowing out to sea. I touched the bag containing a pool of my blood. Warm. How pleasant! I never thought I could feel the warmth of my own blood. In less than 20 minutes, they had collected enough blood. The needle was out and I pressed a swab of cotton. I didn't feel drained at all. It felt invigorating actually. It was a nice feeling to be able to donate blood, sharing the gift of life. As healthy human beings, we often take for granted, the very fluid that sustains us everyday, every minute, every second. With the gift of life flowing through our veins, it is our responsibility to share this gift. That's how I feel.
After many thanks and Milos, I left the Bloodbank for a much awaited lunch. My next Bloody Affaire would be in September.
I saw the dark red colour of blood flowing out of my left hand. It was a shock then it became thrilling.
This has always been one of the things I have been dying to do since the last time. Blood donation.
On a gloomy and rainy day, I left the house to meet up with my very good friend to catch up and have lunch. Before that, we went to the Bloodbank. I hadn't told my family where I would be going or what I would be doing. But I still went and donate blood. The Bloodbank is conveniently located in the north where I live.
I'm nervous about going there alone, not knowing what may happen there and after donation. I could have fainted at the sight of a needle or the sight of my own blood. To be honest, I was a tad confident that day. As if the invincibility potion flowed through my veins.
The Bloodbank is actually a bright and welcoming place. It was a pleasant surprise. Registering, check-up and some blood tests went as smooth as a baby's bottom. Before heading into the brightly lit room of donors, machines and what-nots, I grabbed a pack of Milo and drank on the spot. Just a last minute (futile) effort in increasing the blood glucose level. Also, the staff there are ever so friendly and helpful. And off I went into the room, there were three other men in the big, white-washed and spacious room. Large LCD screen TVs on two opposite sides decorate the walls. I felt so welcomed and safe. Upon sitting on the huge cushioned lean-back chairs, a lady quickly provided me with a blanket. Warmth. It had been raining since morning that day.
As they were preparing the equipments, my gaze fell on the view outside. The windows covered half of the wall, providing a view of the skies and the building next to us. The clouds were still in a foul mood, projecting a gloomy forecast. But that surely did not dampen my spirits.
After many thanks and Milos, I left the Bloodbank for a much awaited lunch. My next Bloody Affaire would be in September.
~Salam~
Monday, May 28, 2012
Restart
I'm back!
After months of absence,finally I have time to myself. Six months of absence sure is a long time.
But life continues to drive by us in lightning speed. The last time I was here, I was preparing to depart for India.
And it is the most incredible experience ever. Being an avid fan of Travel Living Channel, often times, I come upon the tourism advertisement for India. The catchphrase never fail to remind me of those experiences. 'Incredible India'. There truly is much to tell about the people I have encountered, the life within those brief weeks, the amazing food, the brilliantly coloured fabrics, clothes and shawls, the scenic landscapes. Masha-Allah. I miss it all. Perhaps a separate post about the experience is fitting.
With all those months of absence, much has happened. Good times, bad times, tear-filled times, grateful times...Ahh, good or bad, Allah knows His plans for me. And I trust Him with all my heart. Whatever happens, I know that there is a reason. I may not clearly understand, but He knows it better than me, He knows what is good for me. And that is what that matters.
After months of absence,finally I have time to myself. Six months of absence sure is a long time.
But life continues to drive by us in lightning speed. The last time I was here, I was preparing to depart for India.
And it is the most incredible experience ever. Being an avid fan of Travel Living Channel, often times, I come upon the tourism advertisement for India. The catchphrase never fail to remind me of those experiences. 'Incredible India'. There truly is much to tell about the people I have encountered, the life within those brief weeks, the amazing food, the brilliantly coloured fabrics, clothes and shawls, the scenic landscapes. Masha-Allah. I miss it all. Perhaps a separate post about the experience is fitting.
With all those months of absence, much has happened. Good times, bad times, tear-filled times, grateful times...Ahh, good or bad, Allah knows His plans for me. And I trust Him with all my heart. Whatever happens, I know that there is a reason. I may not clearly understand, but He knows it better than me, He knows what is good for me. And that is what that matters.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
Almost a month away
Hari Raya Aidiladha is coming soon! This weekend in fact!Alhamdullilah for the time off. At least I can spend some time with my family and my books. The exams are coming and its time to bury my head in those pile of books just waiting to be read. Also, there won't be much time left to spend time with my family since I'll be gone for half of December. Why? Okay, its time to unveil the secret that I've been keeping to myself all this while. Visa has been approved. Tickets all booked.
In December, I'll be going to beautiful India. On a mission thats characteristic of who I am. On a mission to help in whatever way we can, the children in the slum community. Going into details here is stepping outside my comfort zone. So I'll just touch briefly. I'll be gone for more than two weeks. To a country I've only kept watching in movies every weekend. How exciting! And the weather there is especially cooling at this time of year since I'm going to the northern part of India. Its ironic how early this year, I was dreaming and contemplating with a friend to go on a trip to India. Turns out that both of us are indeed going to India at the end of this year, albeit we're going to different parts of the country. I've much to say of this trip but since there's only one month to go before there is not much time to talk or write here. But I aim to write every single day I am in India of my experiences. Being quite an idealist, I am optimistic of the experiences. Insya-Allah everything will go on smoothly. Whoever who reads this, I only hope for your good prayers and well wishes.
Its not often one gets to fly to India and make a difference.
In December, I'll be going to beautiful India. On a mission thats characteristic of who I am. On a mission to help in whatever way we can, the children in the slum community. Going into details here is stepping outside my comfort zone. So I'll just touch briefly. I'll be gone for more than two weeks. To a country I've only kept watching in movies every weekend. How exciting! And the weather there is especially cooling at this time of year since I'm going to the northern part of India. Its ironic how early this year, I was dreaming and contemplating with a friend to go on a trip to India. Turns out that both of us are indeed going to India at the end of this year, albeit we're going to different parts of the country. I've much to say of this trip but since there's only one month to go before there is not much time to talk or write here. But I aim to write every single day I am in India of my experiences. Being quite an idealist, I am optimistic of the experiences. Insya-Allah everything will go on smoothly. Whoever who reads this, I only hope for your good prayers and well wishes.
Its not often one gets to fly to India and make a difference.
~Salam~
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