Heylo peeps.. now I've finally have the heart to blog my life. Sigh life has been pretty interesting these couple of weeks...
My life itself has settled on a few milestones this year..
1st January - My best friend's wedding.... Very happy for her, tho a wee bit of jealousy, because I am after all older than her, and she got married before me. Lets call it, old at heart syndrome. ")
4th January - I never felt extraordinarily beautiful. See previous post.
11th January - The demise of my beloved grandfather. I might not be as closed to him, compared to the rest of my siblings, but his sudden loss is created such a great momentum. Ever since his death, I didn't bother to update my blog. Until now, I missed him still.
12th January - The birth of my nephew, Abang Zikri Hanifah... He's so overly cute. He is named after my late grand dad, Zikri means Memory, or Peringatan.
So moving on...
Last night I watched Miss Potter... and I havta admit, I cried. Silly me, but any normal, and hopeless romantic like me, would. It was such a great movie... ehehhe suited me, because it gives me inspiration... seek for your dream, despite what others might think.
Miss Potter is actually based on a true story, and you gotta love Rene Zellwegger for playing a good roll for Beatrix. Though I would prefer Ewan Macgreggor to lose that unsightly bushy moustache! I just cant see his wonderful smile~
It was a feel good movie, I would recommend it for a Saturday-curled-under-my-blankie-and-need-to-cry-and-feel-better-again night especially for girls.
I guess yesterday was a 'everything-seems-so-cryable' day.
Scenerio # 1
I became my nephew's personal driver yesterday, so I was queing, (the traffic, as usual has and never will be my personal fave *full stop*), and I saw, a girl and a boy, presumably twin. The boy was walking in the front, whilst the girl strutted behind his back. So the boy leaped over this ditch (not too big for us, but amazing ly wide for them.. *tee hee*) . Then he turned and offered his hands to that girl. Isn't. that. sweet???? (i knowwwww). And after that they were walking togetherm with arms around the shoulder. I almost cried, because it was so beautiful! I wished I've brought my camera, because that would be a great camera moment.
Looking at that, don't u feel that u want ur own kids? Cos I did. I almost wished that I am already married and have kids, just like those two.
Scenerio # 2
I ended up being a Public Library member (thanks to my friend, Bos Emi). So my nephew and I borrowed books. I ended up borrowing... 'Hari Hari Penting dalam Islam' (Important Events in Islam).
I know my knowledge about Islamic history is not that great. I only remembered so little, and I wish to learn more. Living in these new age is really challenging, and if you are not careful, you might end up drifting in a souless life. So I decided, I still have the time to improve my self, to indulge more in Islamic history, to understand life and be a good muslimah in the end.
So I read, about the history in Safar (the 2nd month in Hijra Calendar). It described, Rasullah s.a.w started to feel ill. I cried reading them, he was my idol. He has the greatest heart of all, the most loyal, the most sincere role-model I have ever read.
After reading the book, I finally realize how all these while, I am living like the world will never end, like this is the life I should be living... when we were taught to prepare more of afterlife. It was stated that, look fwd to the afterlife, because afterall the world is nothing, its just a stage, to test your belief, and sincererity in understand the ultimate goal, of being in the world. It doesn't mentioned anything about, kill ppl to get what you desire, but more of trying to make ppl understand how beautiful Islam actually is. Even in the past, Muslimins been fighting, because of jealousy, hatred... those ill-mannered behaviour, that are being hated by Allah s.w.t, that are always being fueled up by the devil, because he promised to do so. How can Muslimins forget these things, while they still have Al-Quran to guide them? Masya-Allah, may all of us be spared, and opened our eyes, heart and soul more, to understand what the real meaning of Islam.
I am not a saint, I have to admit that, but I hope Allah will give me chance to redeem my past behaviour, forgive all the sins I've commited, and keep my belief intact. Amin~
