Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Niqab, the journey not being told.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t



I sacrificed my time a lot to do works and study and yet, I am not smart enough.
And now, I might have to sacrifice more than time.


If you still don't get it. Stop.
I'm wasting your time.


Right, lets move on.
Mid sem was over. And I got my marks for Maths. Oh pleaseee, the whole world knows that I hate Maths since, well, forever. I believe it started from Standard 6. So my mark is a so-so.
However, I'm grateful, I am.
But then, my sister got an A for her Add Maths recently. My brothers got high marks in Maths and well, my elder sister is studying Maths at UiTM.

I just can't understand why.
Why must I be the one who struggle with Maths?

But --

Alhamdulillah, I am okay with other subjects.

Move on yet again,

There's an event in 3 weeks time, making me busier than ever.
It's not bothering me but other things did.
Things like, am I suitable to be an engineer.
An automotive engineer to be precise.


In the middle of these, suddenly received a text.
And my brain stop working.
I was stunned by what I read and I demand explanation right away.
And I got it from one side. The other? Dream Amirah, dream.

I will keep dreaming.
Dreaming for an A for Maths.
Dreaming that I can sleep for hours everyday. Because now I only slept for two or so.
Dreaming, for someone to look at me and say, I forgive you.
At least, a call or text would do just the same.

Ramadhan Mubarak: Bless with Bliss, InsyaAllah.

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