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Repost : Truth

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Practicing freely

وما نقموا منهم إلا أن يؤمنوا بالله العزيز الحميد

And they ill-treated them for no reason other than they believed in Allah. Exalted in power, worthy of all praise. (85:8)

And what are my reasons for not practising islam properly?

Everyone will be tested. And it could be that my test is the fact that I am able to freely practice islam.

A blessing that can actually be against me. More of an ‘aib(flaw) if I don’t practise it ey?

17/4/2017

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Having good opinion of Him

My friend asked how am I feeling today. Because I fell sick (again) yesterday and so I borrowed her lap to sleep in the MRT for the whole 30+ minutes journey back home yesterday. Oh ya, then I almost fell because I can’t feel my right leg. My friend n my mum then supported me on my right and left side respectively till we were out of the ez-link gantry.

Woo. Drama 🙄

Many things happened today (as in yesterday, now is 00:07) 

From rushing to go to school, school’s computer not working well so I can’t print my slides on time, the lecturer let us go late so I managed to just eat a sandwich (that cost $3?!) before the next class, my hijab fell on the toilet floor when I was taking my wudhuk, so I went home to change although the plan was not to go home as I have a night class. 

So went home, got ready, did not have dinner, I ran ran ran till I was infront of the MRT. But the door just decided to close at that moment. And my heart sank.

Amazingly though, just as I was going to board the next MRT, the former MRT’s door opened. So I just ran in. Duh. MasyaAllah. Alhamdulillah

I reached class just as my teacher messaged me to enter the class if I have reached.

I replied my friend by telling her about my hijab that fell and she replied something along the line of:  It is okay, maybe if my hijab did not fall then something worse might happen.

I needed that.

Always have good thoughts of Him.

🌳Cute tree

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Sick

It came as a surprise to be honest. I fell sick in 2010, 2013 then suddenly Feb ’17 and now.

A lot of things ran through my head.

How Rasulullah صلى الله عليه وسلم faced the fever he faced nearing his death, how my Mumu faced and endured all those chemotherapies, how my mum still need to be a mum when she is sick.

And here I am being a vegetable, lying all day long with my throbbing head.

Being sick apparently allows you to see who you are.