My shoulder feels lighter after the last post. Such a big reminder to forgetful me.
Last usrah on the 20th April 2013 turned out to be a big event that was beyond us, regulars, imagination. Alhamdulillah…Normally we have 20 people max. But 70 participants was beyond amazeballs.
As I entered the hall, I was shocked and scared to be honest. The chairs were arranged in such that I thought that it was gonna be conducted in a seminar/talk manner. I got intimidated. Haha… Easily huh. So many unfamiliar faces.
Instead of our usual circle of tadabbur and tadarrus (recite some surahs and the translation from the Quran), only 2 were doing it, with a mic. One reads it in arabic, one reads the translation. The feel wasn’t there as I personally think nothing beats reading together. But, one simply must have a first time for everything right? Heh…
After that we watched a video of a group of us before our change and after. Some of us actually teared cause the journey that we went through was a special one and the people that He put on our way to help us along is so amazeballs. It’s true that if Allah takes anything away from you, it’s only because he wants to give you something better. Whether you see it or not, is the other side of the coin.
Then we broke into smaller circle to share our stories more. Since this event had age limit, the age range that was set was perfect as most of us was able to relate to one another easily. Some if not many teared, listening to other sister’s story. Their struggles.
Listening to them made me realise that my problems, what I went through is nothing. It made me realise how small my problems are. The problems we heard made us realise what about the unheard stories? Those who need help. Surely Allah’s help is near so don’t be despair. We are where we are today because of His will. Indeed Allah sent them to me as a reminder that this ungrateful me should be very thankful.
To my group members, I’m terrible with names and less imbecile with faces, may you guys keep striving in this deen and know that you guys are not alone. Why He wrote your name along us at MKS was so that you guys know there’s that someone and somewhere you can count on.
If we ever bumped and I look like a snobby mangkuk, trust me I’m not angry. My straight face just give people “She’s angry,” look. Just call out to me cause I’d love to meet y’all again!
The fun part!
Seriously… Since when our gathering went formal?
It’s good to see you woman!!! Shaf(A)qilah back in the house :bb
Don’t ask. Hahaha… Not bad ah the colour combination.. *I hear fashion police siren wailing*
The minute I took her she started crying. I suck with kids. I figure that kids want to play with something new. Well… this is something new. “Don’t cry Auni, come, let’s play with fire extinguisher,” she stops crying. *Standing ovation anyone?* Hahaha… See, I’m not totally useless. I can be use as a bad example. Not thaaaat proud of it. Hahahaha.
Some (less than 5) already went off *cough*
Nureen*cough* Just imagine the empty spots left on the left and right are another 5 soul. Ramainya MasyaAllah kannnn!!!
I miss em peeps already.. Gahhh…