People of the World #3

“You used to go to this school right?” The auntie suddenly asked me when I was buying food from her.

I politely smiled. I chuckled a little and replied “Yes. But now I’m in university, not in this school anymore. You still remember me?”

“Of course. You wear the hijab, if God wills it, I’ll remember you.” She continued on saying “You look thinner. Are you stress?”

I do not know if I looked thin because I was wearing my clothes instead of my mum’s (I usually just wear her stuff which might be the reason why I looked a bit more ‘heavier’. Heh) but I didn’t argue and just smiled back and nodded back at her.

She advised me “Don’t be stress and do a lot of zikr! (remembrance of Allah)”

“Please make dua for me, Auntie.”

What a beautiful advice.


Hijab #2: Themed Weddings

“I need to find a red dress for my friend’s themed wedding. Will you accompany me tomorrow to find one?” My sister requested when she entered our purpled-ceiling room.

“Pergh. Why red?” I replied.

She shruged her shoulders saying “Well it is her wedding….up to her then.”

I randomly had an idea “Hey why not you wear orange?! Come on! I thought you liked being different!”

“No! I’ll stand out like a weirdo! People will think I’m colourblind”

“Do you honestly think everybody will wear red on thay day?”

“Most probably. People would rather blend in rather than stick out. Besides it would be weird if you are the only one that is wearing other than red….and I guess in a way if you follow the theme, it is like you are respecting the invitor’s wish.”

“Kakak! (Sister!) I am going to have a themed wedding! If I get married hahah”

“What is the theme?”

“Ok it is not really a theme but a dress code kind of wedding. The dress code is that all women must cover their aurah. (ie parts supposed to be covered according to islamic teachings) Like specifically put in the minimum length of the hijab, the dress must surely be loose…..if they don’t….ermm…then they won’t get access into my wedding. Okay no they still can get in….hmmm let me think about the getting in part.”

“Who in the world do that? And what makes you think they will follow your dress code?”

“Who in world make all their guest wear red like your friend?! Come on….They will! Believe me. People would rather blend in rather than stick out. Besides it would be weird if you are the only one that is not wearing hijab when the rest are. Wink wink”

We didn’t say much after that.

Before turning off the light to go to bed, my sister suddenly said “Hey, maybe to deny entry if they don’t follow the dress code could be a good idea. Like how some restaurants won’t let you in because you are wearing slippers. Yeah….could be a reminder too…”

“What reminder?”

She looked at me with her tired smile and said “A reminder that we could be denied entry to heaven for disobeying His laws”

“Okay then….can you help me out? Any of your friends are single? I need a husband-to-be to carry out my idea.”

“Go to sleep!”


People of the World #2

I boarded the bus and sat right at the back of it.
I saw a girl wearing hijab seating a seat away from me.
Randomly thought to myself ‘I am going to give Salam(islamic greeting) to her!’ when she alights.

*wheel on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round, the wheel on the bus go round and round, all through the town*

When she was about to stand to alight, I just sat there and didn’t say anything.
But just as she was passing me, she turned and looked at me and said ‘Assalaamu’alaikum’

Maaaaaaaan, she beats me to it!

Gaaah. I love these people<3 Our soul totally connected. #yeke #apeje #heh#


People of the World #1

Perhaps she was one of those people that Allah sent as a reply to my prayers. The last few weeks, I struggled with the feeling of not being with the people I would feel comfortable with. The kind of people I’m ‘clicked’ with.

It was december the 5th. I was late for the maghrib congregational prayer. So when I was wearing my sock and prayer garment, she asked me whether I would pray together with her. Why not right?

First slap to me was when she was using the siwak before leading the prayer. I was like “hey minah, siwak kau mane?” (Where is your siwak?). It is recommended by the way.

Second slap to me was when in the middle of the prayer I asked myself “Is she crying?”


We rushed back to class afterwards. Then when ‘Isyak came. I was late again, but not as late as before. The congregation was in the first unit of prayer or so.

While I was searching for a place to join in the congregation, it seems like I cannot join in at both ends of the rows of prayer.


I turned and there she was again. We smiled to each other then make our line behind the congregation 😀

At the end of the class, she approached me and we asked each other our name.

Sometimes I hope these people would make a prayer for me in the middle of their dua. Something like ‘Ya Allah, that girl I prayed beside with, forgive me and forgive her too, bless me and bless her too, grant me Jannah and grant her Jannah too, grant me the opportunity to see you and grant her the opportunity to see you too’ Allahumma aamiin.


Seeking Knowledge

I think Ustadh Usama Canon is usually in Singapore in December-ish period. If I am not wrong. Because I always remember not able to go for his talks because I am having my exams.

But this year, one of alter ego snapped at me.

While I am complaining to myself why his talks AND my exams are in December, nagging to myself I missed out etc the alter ego suddenly said something like: “Isn’t the book(referring to school book/notes) in front of you knowledge?”

Why the separation of ‘islamic’ and ‘non-islamic’ knowledge when all of it is indeed knowledge? You studied ‘non-islamic’ knowledge about ‘non-islamic’ finance first before you realized something was ridiculously wrong with it and then go study the ‘islamic’ side of it? No? Pergh. 😪

A few weeks ago (months ago?), I fell asleep on the sofa while I was studying. In my sleep, I saw that I was sitting on the sofa with my uncle beside me. He then asked me “If you are studying for Allah, why the lack of enthusiasm?”

Terus macam *sila sepak diri sendiri*