Sixty Four

I wish to literally swim in the hearts of those war criminals to personally understand how they feel committing genocide.

I don't even have a heart to kill a flying mosquito.

Sixty Three

This guy who invented the cotton bud deserved a nobel prize for his contribution to mankind.

Sixty Two

The husband asked his little brother if he was lucky to marry her.

"Yes."

"Really? Wow, why?"

"Because I like her cooking... and you should too!"

For a rookie like her, she was over the moon.

Sixty One

and after weeks of waiting,

here comes the rain...

Alhamdulillah.

Sixty

Driving alone last night, considering what is there not to be grateful for.

I find nothing.

Alhamdulillah for the nikmah of time to spend with the loved ones.

Alhamdulillah for the ability to drive back and forth to where I belong.

Alhamdulillah for the incoming rezeki.

Alhamdulillah for being able to breathe and contribute today.

Alhamdulillah for the challenges and tests that make me a tougher slave.

Fifty Nine

Looking back at who I was previously is an absolute shame. Young, negative and outspoken fat girl who was always searching for somethiblng to do in life. Who never stopped ranting and at times complained of boredom.

All were expressed in the old version of Ixarism (well I sure hope the new one here is very much better).

I remember once I talked about being bored lazing around at home and this one anonymous left a comment which read (more or less it sounded like this:)

"Isn't boredom a creation of oneself?"

I was offended. Shocked. And later decided to agree with such statement (or question). And ever since then I would always keep myself occupied. Busing myself with stuff and shut my mouth each time I feel like telling people I was bored. All because I CAN do something; grab a book and read, play sudoku on an old newspaper, dobsome ironing, cook, tweet, read more.

Moreover today with the presence of these smart phone thingy we tend occupy our time better so much so that at some instances we ignore what's going on around us, like literally around us.

This entry is just to tell you:

1. I am not easily bored anymore.

2. People who complain of boring kinda irk me.


Heheheheheheh.

Fifty Eight

It was Rejab 1st yesterday and May 2nd today. Both dates are significant to me, especially since last year.

Rejab 1st fell on May 10th last year, making May 2nd came earlier.

I was on my weekly duty in Masjid Jamek, and some where during the lunch hour, I received a pleasant phone call, asking on my well-being, and we had a small talk. Towards the end of the conversation, the caller's question had really made me utterly dumbfounded. He was asking was it okay if he came by so we could buy a golden ring. I was astounded, but as I was scared of losing him another time, I agreed immediately.

So he dropped by at the office. Luckily the superiors had an urgent meeting, allowing me to sneak out earlier to go out with him. We sat down at the lobby for a moment, asking ourselves whether it was the right thing to do. Giggling. And there was a silence. And we giggled again. And decided to just go for it.

So we wandered around Masjid Jamek looking for a plain golden ring. We were totally clueless. That was the day when I learnt about Emas 999 and Emas 916. I learnt that there are sizes for rings to fit into fingers, and I got to know my ring size that day.

We went separate ways and he brought the ring home, and asked me to let my family know that his family was coming the next week. It happened in a jiffy! I was still trying to swallow the fact that it was really happening to me.

Moments before maghrib prayers at home, I went into mama's room, and asked whether my eldest brother would be at home the next Friday. She initially couldn't be bothered to answer my question (she was watching some Malay drama on TV3), until she saw me standing nervously, trembling... trying to relay the next information to her.

Immediately after I broke the news to her, she jumped out of her bed and hugged me joyously. It was another sweet surprise to see her reaction. Green light was on, I thought to myself.

Came Friday, at exact 8.00 p.m., two cars entered the compound. I ran upstairs. And this was where everything began. I couldn't be any more grateful for the opportunity to bridge these two different families together. It was a moment I really treasure.

Isn't it amazing how love between two individuals could bring so many people together?

Though it may no longer be valid, with every intention I wish to say Happy 1st Engagement Anniversary. Because one can only be engaged once, Insya Allah.

May and Rejab have got to be my new favourite months.