Ukhuwwah Fillah the Finale

Soooo…..

Assalamualaikum semua….

The last part of the camp….
After our activity last night, we went to bed quite early as we were suppose to have qiyam or qiyamulail at 4.30am… Qiyam means to wake up at night and pray…  *oh my god. I’m hungry as I’m typing this* … We were suppose to wake up around 3.45, wash up, wake the kids but…..if you notice, I said “suppose to have qiyam at 4.30 am” haha… You could’ve guess by now…. We woke up at 4.30!! I was surprise to see our mentor entering our sleeping room as I went out to wash up… I won’t be surprise if she’s surprise at us still sleeping… We must’ve been shagged…

After qiyam, we went straight to the musollah for our congregation fajr prayer…

After which, we would take a morning walk to east coast park…

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This woman here… Haha… She burnt her clothes at 5am… HAHAHAHAHA…. sorry…. I just had to laugh… Anyway, lucky I had like, 2 more dress so I spare her mine…. *Meeks*… Plus lighten the weight of my bag at the same time…. :b

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Mandatory morning picture… Hahaha…not.

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Left the mosque around 6…

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The sky then…. I just went Allahuakbar for a moment there cause its soooooo purrtehhh…

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Kak Dzu, then pulled me off…. I thought whaaaattttt pranks would she be pulling in the morning….
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Yup…she pulled me to snap a picture… *bangs head on the wall* haha…anti-climax to the max…

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Dark? No problem… We have each other to make the journey bright…. Someone please throw me on a wall or something… Since when am I corny… Wwwuuuaarrgghhhh!!!

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Finally settling….

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The sky which slowly starts to brighten up…

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And it finally rises!!
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I went there with PJs…. *slaps forehead*

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The kids playing with the sea….

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We had breakfast by the beach…. What does the picture above tell you?

Heh… I can’t eat spicy food hence the biscuit…. :b

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We played a game called ‘Remember me’ afterwards…

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While the kids are busy playing games….

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We’re busy having illegal gathering… Don’t you know? At night… We’re road thugs… Haha… Kidding… We were busy calculating the group scores…

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I will miss this people…. Greatly…. They constantly put smile around each others face… This camp thought me a lot. Most importantly, the kids benefitted the most. ALHAMDULILLAHHHH…. Our objective is met!!

In Arabic, syafakillah means, get well soon… Pfftt… Who needs to be sick when you can have….

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Shaf(A)qilah with you

…. Anyways…. Happy birthday baby!!! May you be a Muslimah that is always protected by Our Creator. Bless with happiness and health. May you be shaded by His mercy on yawmul qiyamah… I lubbsss you…mannyyy mannyyy…

This camp. These kids. These sisters. They thought me a great deal of lesson. Everyone of us have different story. How we learn more about Allah. What our old self was. And despite that all, we throw our selfishness aside and work together because we know that we need each other, to grow 🙂

Sighhh…. I miss them already…;)

Ukhuwwah Fillah (part 2)

Assalamualaikum y’alls!

Day 2, was such a busy day… Oh my god…. We woke up at 4 to bathe and get ready so that the participants can wake up at 5… In the morning of course. So, after prayers and morning dzikir, they went up for morning exercise while some of the facis collect breakfast and prepare them. One of their activity was Mosque Hopping. Muz and I was stationed at Masjid Abdul Razak. We left wayyy early, without breakfast…. Haha… We weren’t thaaat hungry anyway. Breakfast was rice. I’ll be busy in the toilet if I were to eat rice at 6.30 am. *teehee*

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The morning sky as we left. Subhanallah.

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The sky as we were walking to the mosque. Seriously, my obsession for sky never ends.

We reached there about an hour earlier then the kids plus the preparations wasn’t much. Just hold on to our hoolahoops and cards. So, instead of tahiyattul masjid which means that every time you enter a mosque, you should offer 2 rakaat prayers before you sit, we qadak our sleep (we slept. It’s like a payback. We didn’t have enough sleep.) *major facepalm there* there was NOOOOO body in the mosque. We pulled the curtain, switched on the fan, off the lights and let our soul wander for an hour.

We woke up with a jolt… Like stationed ninjas sensing some intruders. Haha. We hear their footsteps and voice but since the curtain that separates us kinda flushes in with the wall, they took some time to find us. Haha. We? Didn’t bother calling them to our hideout.

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Even the participants offered tahiyattul masjid.

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The participants having their Quran Challenge..

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Their hoolahoop challenge.

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When the kids left, we were back to stoning…

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Told ya… Seriously, the whole morning I look like I just woke up.

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Masjid Abdul Razak. Small and simple…. I like! Haha

After the second group left, we left too. We pit stop to buy munchies like makcik-makciks. *Cik, ni kueh ape? Ah, ni 3. Tak tak, bukan yang tu. Depannye. Jagung tu tak tak. Yang depan die. Ah. Tu brape. Ah boleh lah. Epok-epok dua dollar. Ah dah, brapa semua?’

While we were in the bus, both of us slept, headbanged each other and almost missed our stop. Back in Fatayat room, our room, we crashed there with another 2 station master there who don’t have to leave the mosque…. Pfft… Jealous muchhh.. haha… Originally, we were suppose to comeback early so that we can rehearse our script for the nights skit… Food overtook us, as usual.

Afterwards, we had water games. There was a lot of hoo haas in setting the station.

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Drama 1: There were lots of pigeons. Like….reallly alottt… Ok fine, not as much as the ones I saw at Italy… But, these pigeons here…. They poop…as they fly. We were like ninjas trying to get to the web. Everytime the flock of birds flew above us, we would run and scatter… And scream of course. No pretending of being demure here. Haha. I gave up running and used my brains. Umbrella to the rescue!!! :B

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Drama 2: Mental breakdown while setting up the web. Hahahaha…..we were trying to make the web as complicated as possible. I guess, we got stuck and stressed at the same time.

Drama 3: Tying of water bombs. Dragging the pail. People went missing cause they tie them at some secluded place. Haha. It was seriously a day of ‘where were you?’ Sometimes, we can’t find each other for hours…

Afterwards, it suddenly starts to pur heavily…. We put all activities to halt. Asked each other if we should continue and all those doubts. Safe to say, we played the wet games after the rain stops pouring. Haha… I shall not posts the picchasss cause some of them were wet and soaked. Heee…

At night, we were back to our tadabbur and tadarrus activity where we’ll sit in a circle. Read 1 verse of the Quran until its finish. Then we’ll go another round reading its translation. After which we’ll take 5mins or so to choose 1 verse which we can relate to and share it among the group. The surah for this camp is Al-Hujraat.

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Busy with something else…. *rolls eyes* Hahahaha…

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This faci…. Oh My God…. She kept being chased away by us, the helpers, cause she kept being stuck to us… Sometimes we’ll sit in a group and when we’re about to open our mouth about the game procedure and stuff, someone will point out that she’s there and… Err… She’s not suppose to be there. Hahaha… One sesat faci…. Always…. *its like, she’s the lost sheep*

Anyways…

I was simply amazed at this kids. Their heartfelt sharing. How they relate to their environment. How they felt about that particular verse was so matured. Its a surah about the hereafter, friendship, relationship and all other ships that can be found. Patience and virtue. Most of us teared …. Ok fine…. Cried like no tomorrow cause it just touches our heart. The words on the Quran, filled with truths, warnings and most definitely comfort, blankets and warm our hearts that night.

Afterwards was the skit… Since they were all tearing and in the sober mood, so was our skit….. You know how when you cry, like it or not, when you breathe or clear your nose… Sort of the snort type but not… Oh gosh, how do I explain this… Ok nevermind. The noise your nose make after you cry or have flu… Ahhh… That noise… While we were verbally acting, at the sad parts, we’ll use our nose to capture the kids back… Haha. *sniff*sniff*, the other facis just hold their laughter back at our actions. *phail*. The kids can’t see us cause we switch the lights off and told them to lie down. Heh…..

After which, we told them to hug their sister next to them and imagine what if their sister, is gone. Can’t no longer be with them through right and wrong… They were sobbbbbiiinnngggg.… Hehehe *wicked wink*

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It was a stressful and successful activity… We were so stressed out if we could execute this activity as how we imagined it to be. Until, at the end, while we were in the organizing committee discussion, our mentor told us not to worry so much. If we thoroughly prepare for these kind of things, Him above will help us. So long our intention is right. We were probably too caught up that we forget that He is the best of planners.

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Our mini discussion with the kids…

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Even the helpers and facis seek comfort in each other. Oh, the power of sisterhood…

Safe to say, that night most of us slept with headache, red eyes and Rudolph nose.

Ukhuwwah Fillah

Assalamualaikum errrbaddeehhh!!!

Last weekend I had camp at Masjid Kampong Siglap, where I always have my usrah. This camp is targeted for female teenagers from 13-17. So, of course, I’m totally over qualified to be a participant, I was their helper. *not bibik (maid) ahh* part of the organizing committee. You have no idea how much I prefer to be behind the scenes then front. Ever since elementary school. It gives me much satisfaction as compared to being the one who just watch the show… *Shut up Aqilah. Who wants to hear your opinion, just post the picture already!*
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The night before, I came to do their door gifts…

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That’s my boss there chilling on stacks of hearts cause he cannn…

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Andddd…. We got hungry… So, kakak D.Zu kita blanja KFC… Thanksssss….. *rubs tummy*rubs wallet* hahaha….

On the day itself, while they were playing ice breaking game, I was busy being a 21st century Cinderella vacuuming our sleeping territory. And since this monster wasn’t there and is lazy, I’m not posting the ice-breaking game picture. *muahahahahaha*

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That’s my group right there…. Ok, fine, I was their assistant faci cause I’m a helper actually. And, my group… Haha… Got story one… Their main faci is always missing. And when the main is missing, the assistant is suppose to take over. But I was busy with other things that I’m not always around too… So these kids always end up, faci-less. Sorry yawww…. Hahaha

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One of our chillax session.

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Movie session. They watched ‘The Triumph’. Some of them cried… aaaaannnddd, I wasn’t there. Where was I? Bathing… *slaps forehead*

So, this was day 1 of 3. I’m not trying to write a novel here, so, day 2 shall be the next post yyeeaaahhhh

Ciao!