Assalamualaikum,
Being 24 and working made me feel a little bit different. Love is not all what about i love you. But, it's all about sacrifices.
To love and to be loved. It's not all bout earn but one must learn to give and accept. None of us are born with the special character but we have the choice whether to learn or not to.
One who tries to learn will find serenity and feel the contentment. One who chooses not will find the other way round.
Dear my future children,
Whoever you brings home one day, I will accept with an open heart with only one condition; deen. I promise I wouldn't make you guys wait to get married. You parents journey isn't as easy as yours. It takes years for us to console our parents. It takes years for us to tie a knot. It takes a lot of tears for us to be together. We won't let it happen to you guys. Promise!
xoxo
Wednesday, 14 October 2015
Wednesday, 30 September 2015
From Nagoya to Tsurumi-ku,Tokyo
Assalamualaikum,
I'm writing on behalf of Fahmi since he doesn't have any blogs to keep his life story. Muahahaha.
He started working last April. His first workplace was in Nagoya. A place he loved so much because of the relax and slow life and the friendly people. He made lots of friends there. This is the plus about him. He loved to make friends and hardly turning down people's request esp the olders. Hats off.
24th September, He moved out from his first house in Nagoya and started a new life in Tokyo, a busy city.
His first house was a quite big house with three bedrooms, a small kitchen and a balcony. He didn't use any of the rooms and he preferred to sleep and lepak at the living room. I still remember he bought curtains. hahahaha. The curtains covered only half of the window which meant people from outside could still see him clearly. I laughed till my eyes wet. He spent his weekends joining Nihonggo class. Now, he could read newpapers. Meaning to say, he could grab much more kanji. I could only read hiragana and katakana.
He got transferred because he got promoted to join other department which offered a slight higher payment. Thanks abang! A new pose which came with a lot of new responsibilities.
In Tokyo, he managed to get a small house with only one living room and a separate kitchen. He will return to Nagoya next year in June for a month training and I will be joining him later. By that time, he will get a new house; a company house which will be much more comfortable for our small family. insha Allah. We plan but Allah has a better plan for us. To him we rely.
Today, he arrived home at 10pm (Japan time). I pitied him. Thanks for the sacrifice. Thanks for the thoughts.
When I say your house, he always correct me 'it's our house'. Okay. You make me smile.
xo,
I'm writing on behalf of Fahmi since he doesn't have any blogs to keep his life story. Muahahaha.
He started working last April. His first workplace was in Nagoya. A place he loved so much because of the relax and slow life and the friendly people. He made lots of friends there. This is the plus about him. He loved to make friends and hardly turning down people's request esp the olders. Hats off.
24th September, He moved out from his first house in Nagoya and started a new life in Tokyo, a busy city.
His first house was a quite big house with three bedrooms, a small kitchen and a balcony. He didn't use any of the rooms and he preferred to sleep and lepak at the living room. I still remember he bought curtains. hahahaha. The curtains covered only half of the window which meant people from outside could still see him clearly. I laughed till my eyes wet. He spent his weekends joining Nihonggo class. Now, he could read newpapers. Meaning to say, he could grab much more kanji. I could only read hiragana and katakana.
He got transferred because he got promoted to join other department which offered a slight higher payment. Thanks abang! A new pose which came with a lot of new responsibilities.
In Tokyo, he managed to get a small house with only one living room and a separate kitchen. He will return to Nagoya next year in June for a month training and I will be joining him later. By that time, he will get a new house; a company house which will be much more comfortable for our small family. insha Allah. We plan but Allah has a better plan for us. To him we rely.
Today, he arrived home at 10pm (Japan time). I pitied him. Thanks for the sacrifice. Thanks for the thoughts.
When I say your house, he always correct me 'it's our house'. Okay. You make me smile.
xo,
Tuesday, 29 September 2015
Dini's wedding
Assalamualaikum,
Witnessing a good friend of mine became someone's was an honour for me. Last week, I got the opportunity to witness one of my best buddies' solemnization. I departed from Larkin on Thursday (17/9) night and arrived the next morning. The solemnization was scheduled to happen on Friday afternoon after Asar prayer. Time really flies. I arrived at 8.30 a.m and papa brought me home.
Meeting umi and the rest of the family that I missed so much was an unforgettable memory. Papa introduce me as his adopted daughter. haha. The small thing that made me feel loved there. I went straight to the kitchen and offered some helps. I manage to help to fry some onions before I made my way to the bedroom and had a beautiful sleep. The journey took 12 hours and i could not stand the coldness. 12 hours was like 12 years. My body ached. My eyes deprived for a super nap.
Time really flies.
I witnessed a good friend of mine became someone's Mrs. what a beautiful feeling.
and I am now counting for our big day. what a beautiful feeling.
215 days until the day we will cherish forever. iA
Witnessing a good friend of mine became someone's was an honour for me. Last week, I got the opportunity to witness one of my best buddies' solemnization. I departed from Larkin on Thursday (17/9) night and arrived the next morning. The solemnization was scheduled to happen on Friday afternoon after Asar prayer. Time really flies. I arrived at 8.30 a.m and papa brought me home.
Meeting umi and the rest of the family that I missed so much was an unforgettable memory. Papa introduce me as his adopted daughter. haha. The small thing that made me feel loved there. I went straight to the kitchen and offered some helps. I manage to help to fry some onions before I made my way to the bedroom and had a beautiful sleep. The journey took 12 hours and i could not stand the coldness. 12 hours was like 12 years. My body ached. My eyes deprived for a super nap.
Time really flies.
I witnessed a good friend of mine became someone's Mrs. what a beautiful feeling.
taraangggg!!!
and I am now counting for our big day. what a beautiful feeling.
215 days until the day we will cherish forever. iA
Wednesday, 23 September 2015
reason no 3: Will you love me for a thousand year?
Assalamualaikum,
Marriage is a vow that you'll forever have each other in times of happy, joys and sads. Love is beyond words. Love is blind. Love made people who partially were partially blind turned to be totally blind. Love is beyond money and possessions. Love is beyond positions and social stratas.
What makes you love your husband?
One thousand answers received from one thousand spouses.
I have no answers because I'm not yet married. But, what makes me love F and the feeling keeps growing every single day is he's a cool human on earth.
Not in all aspect but to me he is.
Look, love made me blind.
In terms of dress-up, he's not one of its kind. He is a man with a simple dress up from top to toe. Since 8 years ago, he always maintained his screw cut hair, wore the same shirts with his cargo pants and casual like sport shoes. Cool for me!
One things he's so cool, handling me, my changeable decisions and my blunt, outspoken behaviour. For all above, he's the coolest man on earth and he could even beat my father. Leaving my father far behind with his strick look and behaviors.
love is blind sometimes but tonight, I'm not. I'll awake while typing my third reason.
Till then loves, xo
❤❤❤
At kak dini's wedding.
Monday, 21 September 2015
convocation portraiture
assalamualaikum,
i just arrived home early this morning. Finally, all the photos reached us after almost two months of waiting. Though, they wrongly typed my name under my sister's pic and vice versa, i'm satisfied. There's nothing i could do. This is Malaysia. They won't pay or ask forgiveness for their mistakes. I would just accept. That's all.
Here goes my convocation picture. Once in a lifetime.
from the official photographer, Catalia Creative.
from the unofficial photographer; Farah. taken using her new iphone 6.
my friends. college mates. crazy mates.
schu and laila were heavily pregnant.
with the most polite person on earth who spoke less and only important things.
someone was too excited to see this on instagram. She took a 'screenshot' from my insta and whatsapped me this pic. 8 years passed, my learning objectives slowly achieved. I taught him to be sweet by posting something or puji your loved ones. It was his first attempt and I felt like my heart was jumping around and fluttered, though I was the one who taught him actually. huhuhu. tq F. Next lesson, flower bouquet?
group hug. congratulations to us. we made it, alhamdulillah.
xo,
Thursday, 17 September 2015
the day i turned 24
assalamualaikum,
For my own record.
I celebrated my 24th birthday in a place far away from my hometown. I celebrated with my awesome housemates, alhamdulillah. Received endless wishes from my nearest friends and my dearest love, F. He made a video for me since he accidentally fell asleep that night. My pupils sang birthday songs for me. I said thank you and told them to stop because I wanna stay young. I don't celebrate birthday. like serious? hahaha
Received one stalk of rose and some present from F and housemate. Thank you so much guys for the memories.
Hopefully, next year, I could celebrate my birthday with my dearest love. a simple wish and aim for 2016; to get the certificate of HALAL from pejabat agama.
I listed down my aims.
Allah s.w.t has the best plan for me.
Monday, 14 September 2015
reason no 2
assalamualaikum,
i overheard my housemates was gossiping about someone in their friend's school got married to a gardener. Everyone in the school pretended to know nothing about the wedding.
Life is unfair. Human made it. Human caused it. Human created it. They lived in it. They''re bullshit!
When I was in college, I joined usrah under a well known NGO. I met a number of sisters who got married to someone lower in terms of education and working positions. They were blessed with lots of soleh and solehah children. They went to talks together and most of the time, the husbands sent the wives to usrah together with their small kids.
Redha is the only key to happiness.
Prosperity won't assure a long lasting marriage. If only money could assure a long lasting marriage, i probably one of those people who came from a broken family.
It depends on how you define the happiness.
F and I are both coming from a middle class family (in terms of income). We're not rich nor poor. We had had enough to stay happy and we're raised up with lots of love and endless cares. Money is not everything to us because we don't have that.
Hopefully, one day, we can treat our children the same. Love is everything. Love is the base form of a life full of sakinah, mawaddah and rahmah. Love will bring us together to jannahville. insyaAllah
Please girls, don't go aww euwww when you received a news that someone is getting married to a gardener or garbage collector or a driver . Say alhamdulillah, Allah surely knows the best for her.
Kalau beragama, apa salahnya?
xo
i overheard my housemates was gossiping about someone in their friend's school got married to a gardener. Everyone in the school pretended to know nothing about the wedding.
Life is unfair. Human made it. Human caused it. Human created it. They lived in it. They''re bullshit!
When I was in college, I joined usrah under a well known NGO. I met a number of sisters who got married to someone lower in terms of education and working positions. They were blessed with lots of soleh and solehah children. They went to talks together and most of the time, the husbands sent the wives to usrah together with their small kids.
Redha is the only key to happiness.
Prosperity won't assure a long lasting marriage. If only money could assure a long lasting marriage, i probably one of those people who came from a broken family.
It depends on how you define the happiness.
F and I are both coming from a middle class family (in terms of income). We're not rich nor poor. We had had enough to stay happy and we're raised up with lots of love and endless cares. Money is not everything to us because we don't have that.
Hopefully, one day, we can treat our children the same. Love is everything. Love is the base form of a life full of sakinah, mawaddah and rahmah. Love will bring us together to jannahville. insyaAllah
Please girls, don't go aww euwww when you received a news that someone is getting married to a gardener or garbage collector or a driver . Say alhamdulillah, Allah surely knows the best for her.
Kalau beragama, apa salahnya?
xo
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