Peace be upon you…

Like I wasn’t tired after going around visiting with the Secondary School friends, *read sarcasm*, I had another round of visiting the next morning. This time, it’s with the Fatayat Sisters.

Fatayat is a group that was formed years ago. It’s a group of ladies that meets once a month for usrah and Qiyam at Masjid Kampong Siglap (MKS). Nahh…. I wasn’t with them yearsss ago. I only. recently. joined them like, 1 or 2 months ago, thanks to a dear friend. I must say that it’s therapeutic.

What was I doing yearrsss ago? Oh yes, in P.E attire, in the rifle range, having dance rehearsal, preparing for SYF. Owww yes, we had a dance studio in the rifle range. Anyways…

Normally, going visiting with your group of  friends means you go to your friend’s (part of the group)  house, right? Okla, sometimes, we ring another random friend’s number and ask them if we could drop by. Heh. This time its, going to different “aunties” house to ber-ta’aruf . *i don’t know how to spell, here* It’s basically getting to know each other, sharing what you’re doing, where you’re from, what’s your plan for the dunya and akhirah. Tips that they can share and more.

It’s a different exposure. It’s amazing. How the aunties shared with us their experience. From circular secondary school to NUS, getting married, the sacrifices they made and their struggles. How Islam was in the 80s. At a later age they begin taking their Islamic education diploma and more. I must say that I’m very impressed and learn a lot from them through the short sharing session.

Me? I’m no where near them. I know they’ll say that I’m still young and have a long way to go, so just, take it slow. But sometimes it got me thinking, being young is a privilege. But, it doesn’t last forever. What if you die tomorrow? What if you don’t wake up tomorrow? What if you’re bathing and slip on a bar of soap, bump your head against WC or something and slip into coma? I know it sounds like, mehhhh….. but when you have a good friend who suddenly collapse while playing soccer and passed away at the field, I don’t know about you, but, it got me thinking real hard *metaphorically*. Life is short.

You’ll be in the grave longer than you’ll be in this world. So let’s make a small difference in our life, doesn’t matter how miniscule it is.

Long story short, it was a different experience.

Al-Fatihah.