i have no idea how big maher zain is in Malaysia but from the word of mouth, he is. same goes with sami yusuf i tried to listen to his music or their music in youtube. hmmm not really my cup of tea. I root for madrasah Al Juneid.

HAri RaYA

let's the pic do all the talks, ya!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . oh too bad, that's the only one haiyaaa

when i saw one of my ol' buddies wrote in her album: lunch with bff

I paused and pondered - man, I have no bff

neither here nor back home.

those I know now whom physically can be reached, I spare some space.

It's impossible for me to put some trust like i used to


no wonder my happiness is going down to drain

taraweeh

After I left tanahair, not a single taraweeh I've performed in the mosque.

the distance, the convenience, the class , all the excuses in the world.

After I got married, I didnt go to masjid too.

Although my heart was aching to go hand in hand with beloved M, he was not into it.

This year, Allah AWT answered my prayer.

It started with a neighbor brought M to the masjid nearby.

On the first night of Ramadhan, he came home with sourly face. Yes, taraweeh, let alone fasting during summer, was very tiring. Performing 20 rakaats ( he had too cause his ride is a second man to the imam) only done after midnight.

Poor my baby. May Allah rewards him with thousand more barakahs.

I didnt go because of the red flag.

but Allah AWT knows, how happy I was on the first night I went to the masjid to perform teraweeh. of course, my knees were a bit shaky during the first rakaat due to the long reading, but I enjoyed every bit of it.

not until I went to the big mosque. I dont understand arabic but the reading was so powerful and very move, i got misty eyes.

I noticed how people is getting advanced with technology. The jemaah were using Ipad or tabs to read the quran. Of course, few makcik had the biggest quran ever laid infront of them.

that was a good practice cause by recite the surah during taraweeh, we will not get sleepy.

it's a juzu' every night. the reading can be pretty long each rakaat.

I cant wait for next year. Ya Allah, please bless me and my family and friends another year of healthy life so we can meet Ramadhan al Kareem again

emo yg ntah hapa2

I dont fancy title or wealth but I fancy good heart and awesome manners.

but again, what's up with people with all these flashy bling bling, and oh-well detached house and fancy cars.

can people just lighten up and life is not just about that.

and what's up with title??!!

why malaysians are so hard up with this stupid status conscious.

it was really annoying when people correcting me addressing my relatives' name without their whatever title infront of their name.

Are you kidding me?!!

and why people like to tell stories about their bro or sis with a need to tell what they are doing for living.

I dont freaking care dude, if he or she a freaking neuro-physics scientist who won nobel prize 220 times.

alahaiiiiii...aku buhsan ok

Perpisahan

Yesterday, I received a parcel from Nana. It was unexpected parcel. being uber-sensitive, I cried my heart out when I read her card.

I never thought that I actually really really miss the gals.

The reason I didnt write anything about them or puff because I cant write about it without break into tears.

my chest felt heavy, I cant breathe when I think of them. the thought that they are no longer with me. No more laughter, cracking silly jokes which never make any senses, complaints left and right, nagging me with their annoying texts of "akak cun masak apa hari ini?" and all the culinary demands.

whatever it is. I love them. despite the feud or misunderstandings, we braced them all through and make our friendship stronger. I dont make a friend, I make a sister. a younger sister I never had. not one but a lot. too much on the plate, yes. but you dont choose your sister, they come in package where you have to accept the way they are. good or bad.

Oh God I missed them. after 4 years or literally 6 years with them like a dog's tail, the journey has come to its end. Yeah, I cried weeks, and I even cry now. My annoying younger sisters.

Celebrating Eid this year is tough and difficult to not mentioned any of their names. I felt a huge void, yes, thank God for a few adik2 that came over and help over. They are not that difficult cause there are no dramas. yes my younger sisters who had left me are drama queens materially type. probably because of that, the memories are too painful to safely keep in the corner. too painful to bid adieu.

I know they have brighter future ahead, I will be a piece of memories of their past. they will meet more interesting people and they will be one the interesting people themselves.
I pray for the best, pray for the God's endless blessings bestow upon them. I pray for their joys and happier future and beautiful family. Cause my beautifuls, you were my joys and I am blessed to have you as a part of my life.

Thank you my sisters darling. I love you all very much and I will forever miss you.