After Sisters’ Cultural Nite and the great performance by the girls, I find myself rather busy with booth, still I cannot say it’s a 100% commitment….I’m still very much in debt with the girls who are full time everyday there at the booth, enduring the heat and the crowd and some crude guys who have nothing else to do or say. Allah bless them! And they are only new students, barely adapting to IIU life and the people. I’m grateful to them. And to the girls who dropped by and entertained the visitors part-time, taking over for a few hours for the full-time girls to have rest or their meals.

I’m just disappointed. To who? To what? Why? Truly disappointed, but what can I say. Things are just the way it is. Unity is a dream rarely come true. It’s always very hard to have everyone united and committed to a single aim or achievement. Some just want to concentrate on performing, which when later realised, was not much of an outstanding performance, which we can wow about. An effort yes, but still not the same degree of effort delivered by the sisters in cultural nite and the unlucky pretty booth. Disappointment is a scar.

My week saw brighter days on the weekend anyway. I went to Ulu Langat resort, with the MRCs and BRCs and of course the staffs of Mahallah Halimatus Sa’adiah. Not expecting much of a relaxing resort, the most significant exercise on the camp, was the Nite walk. Don’t be fooled by the harmless name, a night walk indeed but with much endurance and adventure and patience and prayers. And the fact that It was my very first time hiking in the forest in the terribly dark night! I’m honestly and truly scared that I might just give up halfway, or that I might fainted or got bloody hurt or something. Truly scared. But I moved on. Five in a group. Dark and having just a rope as the guide. Thank God, I survived through it alive and unhurt, except for a slight scar on my left cheek, a kiss from a twig. And what was significant, was the thought I had for my Ratu and Romo and my siblings throughout the whole adventure. When I was dangerously stuck, unable to coordinate my move on the sliding earth where it leads to nowhere deep down. I almost gave up. My prayers were hard and all I can think of was my mother and her prayers. Talking to her, wishing she would hear me. remembering how much I want to be with her and my family at the moment. It gave me strength. It’s not poetry but that’s truly how I felt.

The endurance camp was a great memorable experience. Now I can say to people that I have been to extreme camp and know what’s an adventure like. I did not regret joining at all.