meaning

We had the experience but missed the meaning

And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form

– T.S.Eliot

i was reading. as part of the subject i was taking this semester. everything was so apt. supervisory leadership and curriculum design. what more could i want or get. perhaps one day, i will see how all this leads me to one path. its beautiful. really.

the moment is getting nearer. i have been telling myself that i will not cry because this is not goodbye. ironically i began to conjure projects that i could do for, now that i am no longer tied to daily expectations and routined tasks. but i must also remember that my role now, in the next few days, is to complement and support the headquarters office, and i strive to do the best i can. as i have always will.

and i must remember to step back a bit and focus on what matters most. i have to manage this adrenaline that i have when working and allow my self to sit, think and reflect. and also give more to love than be at the receiving end.

and then i realised that it all match. i was searching. for meaning. always feel like i want and i could do more, but felt drained and pushed back. i wished i could have been better. i wished i had done more in mentoring, in leading, in teaching.

and then He allows me to move away. perhaps for awhile. for me to find meaning again. i pray i am not lost in this search. that i stay clear in fully knowing why i am where i am and tread on wisely.

paved

i was ready to sleep.

finally completed a long long process of 333 entries for approvals. always a tedious and most exhausting task of all the things i did on a yearly basis. it would be ok and doable if i did not have these 300 names to look through. but anyway, i beat my 2018 record of completing this. it’s usually due on a specific date and the idea is to finish them by 12 midnight. i completed those at around 3am, past the due date and time last year but i was crazily head on just typing out whatever i could do. this year, i clicked on that last ‘Submit Now’ button at 11.15pm. i am feeling really proud of myself! it calls for a celebration! sleeping ‘early’ would be the best because i have been sleeping late these days doing these entries.

i really was going to sleep. did my night prayers. and then my brain seems to carve some words i thought i would note it down here.

i prayed. i was seeking His help to show me the right way. He has always been there to pave the way. i find myself at this unexpected crossroad. it was so different from last year, but i guess all this started…from the moment i mentioned the q word to my boss. i told him i was ready to quit. i was going to give myself a chance until the end of last year before i make my leave.

i could throw back to 2015 when i did my nlp thing trying to make a choice. it did point me to 2018. i waited patiently and persevered. then 2018 came….

and then things start to spiral over in a different path. and i was saying to God, it seems like the path has been set for me in such unimaginable ways. it didn’t look like i am making the choice or the way even…it’s other people paving it for me. i could tell a story one day. how it all converge and keep bringing me back to this point.

God, if this is the path You lead me to, if this is the choice You have chosen for me, i pray and ask for Your forgiveness. for always, You handhold me in this journey. You have seen me through the sweat and tears. through the struggle and exhaustion, through the joy and happiness, the laughters and kindness. i am just trying whatever best i can give to this second home. everything i truly could. i pray that You look at all these and tell me i did well. that You could take all these and forgive my shortcomings and weaknesses and sins.

and if this is the path You have decide upon me, that it can make me a better better person in Your eyes, that i can be of service to this faith, that it can be better for everyone around me and those whom i love, and that no matter how heavy it is, You will make it easy for me.

because You always pave the way. You always have.

26 Ramadan

Left with a few more days of Ramadan. SubhanAllah. Time flies so fast almost without realising it.

Every Ramadan has its own set of challenges, so i mentioned to some friends. indeed it is. whether its personal, or workwise, or in my case, service to the mosque’s perspective.

i remember last year’s ramadan. i was having such a hard time inner me, it was not just about physical work which was never an issue for me but it was the tension between colleagues that lingered around in the office. there seemed to be no one to trust. i was like an observer but also a part of it. it was really difficult for me because it was not in my nature to betray or think badly of anyone. and having had to experience them, i couldnt turn to anyone except to Allah, to guide me, to show us the truth. i was deeply affected by the whole fiasco because they are good colleagues, but circumstances changed them. i was not able to do anything about it but Masya Allah, the truth revealed itself out of the blue.

this year. i realised i was much calmer. i knew i would enter ramadan in the midst of some busy mode for the holiday programmes that we are having. but 4 things i set intention to:

1) focus on the ibadah, terawih, reading Qur’an, zikir, tahajjud the works.

2) give focus on work, holiday programmes, a balance on normal work routine and ramadan/iftar duties, and helping out at the muslimah levels of the mosque.

3) i want some balance of doing wife, daughter, sister duties during ramadan. what this means is, i do not want to leave my family out just because i felt the need to be around to help out during iftar prep. previously, i would spend more time at work than i am at home during ramadan. i think i pretty much handled it well this time. did my duty sometimes 4 days out of 7, and the rest at home and with family.

4) i do not want to stress myself with the shoes mess and the saf mess. perhaps this sounds weird. but really every year, i feel so stressed out everytime i see these messes that i took it upon myself to do everything. and then got angry when it wasnt done properly. this year, i am just ‘letting it go’, i did made some posters around and i did, still, ask the ladies to fill up the saf properly, i did run up and down to check the levels, but i don’t feel angry anymore. i did my part, and the rest, i leave it to Allah. because at the end, Allah accepts our ibadah, insya Allah. i just want to stay calm, it is ramadan after all. i do not want to get so worked up. perhaps i am used to comments or angry faces whenever i asked people to fill up the saf, but really, i forgot about them once i started listening to the imam reciting the surahs in the rakaats. my last resort when people don’t move, i move. and prove to them that we all fit in just nice, just close the gap already! if you don’t move, well, your problem, not my problem.

so Alhamdulillah, i feel at peace. it is true. Allah will make things at ease. because i only hope for His forgiveness and His guidance. The mosque is His. i just want have to be more assertive on the saf t hingy that’s all. but again, i think people are getting better at it. they don’t listen still, but i did see some who are willing to fill up the saf gaps. so it’s some progress.

now, just some anchoring for the eid prayer, because things have got to improve.

​i hope the last days of ramadan this year will be fruitful too. i am super glad that i will be clearing my off in lieus till raya and so insya Allah, i am looking forward to a week’s worth of no work. 🙂 because i think i desperately needed it. since we havent been travelling, i just need to let myself out of workzone. introverts needed that.

Eid Saeed.

Eid 2015

my eid has been quite spiritual for me this year.

for the first time, at least, i realised for the first time, the takbir gave an emotional effect to me. like i finally understood what it meant and how it felt for Ramadan to end. like i finally understood that i am going to miss Ramadan.

i trained myself for this Ramadan. i had been training my inner self for this Ramadan since last year’s when i realised i didn’t do enough. it had not been perfect but i hoped it is much better than last year. it’s really about setting a goal for myself. for the unconscious mind. it worked.

i fulfilled many nights of terawih, even if it was not 100%, i forced myself to wake up earlier before sahur and performed tahajjud. but it had been quite a challenge work wise. a challenge of hearts and integrity and i felt that was one of the worst challenge i ever had in my years at work. i didn’t come out a victor but i surrendered myself to God. i prayed for His guidance and hoped that i would be at peace. i learnt my lesson.

we are never perfect. but i pray we strive for perfection in His eyes. we are weak. but i pray that He nurtured us towards strength in piety. i pray that one day, i could smile and know that i have fulfilled my duties, as a daughter, as a sister, as a wife…as His servant. amiin.

a comfort from Taha II

And I have chosen you, so listen to what is revealed [to you].
Indeed, I am Allah . There is no deity except Me, so worship Me and establish prayer for My remembrance.
Indeed, the Hour is coming – I almost conceal it – so that every soul may be recompensed according to that for which it strives. So do not let one avert you from it who does not believe in it and follows his desire, for you [then] would perish.

(Taha:13 – 16)

a night i cried. a night i was nudged. a night i felt touched. a night i know God is listening to my aching heart and gave me comfort.

Go, read it in its original verse, it is beautiful.

Al-Ma’thurat – Checked

So I set a goal this year that I will memorise the Al-Ma’thurat and makes it a habit for me to recite it every day and pray that Allah receives this as my ibadah and do’a to seek guidance from Him.

It was a goal I was not sure if I am able to achieve because my brain is not as sharp as in the younger years and I was not sure if I can allocate time to spend memorising.

but alas, I set my mind to do it. it was not without some difficulties. Al-Ma’thurat (AM) is a compilation of do’as by Imam Hasan Al-Banna that is recommended for recitation every morning and afternoon. every do’as was based on hadiths and has its benefits.

So I tried. I had a small booklet I received as part of an Al-Qur’an I bought. Actually I have tried reciting AM since last year, quite loosely. my intention was to read it every Friday morning because it was my off day I do not have to rush. so it was a once a week basis. Also I only read when I felt like it, ie, when I don’t feel like sleeping or I just have a certain extra energy in the morning. it was not a consistent thing.

Except when this year, somehow, I felt like it’s about time I take it seriously and read it everyday because, let’s face it, I’m a weak human and I need all these extra deeds to help me through. I even wrote it down in my planner as part of my habits checklist that I must read it everyday.

slowly and gradually I picked up the habit. seeing it checked day by day gives some satisfaction, although there are ‘cheat’ days still. and on ‘lazy’ days I put on a youtube video of an ustaz reciting it and follow the recitation.

somewhere somehow, it just clicked. I built up the habit, it becomes a deed that I feel complete when read, and incomplete when I miss reading it. and I guess it helps also that my ‘red days’ occur once in two months so I have longer periods for doing it after Subuh. even if I’m having my red days, I still listened to it.

the few weeks before Ramadan, I started reading it ‘memorizing’ style. I read it closed book. only when I forget a verse, I refer to my AM book and repeated it few times. and knowing my visual learning style, I had to picture the page in my mind to recall it.

and on two days before Ramadan, on 16 June 2015, that morning, I read it through, with some pauses here and there to recall the verses. and Alhamdulillah, by Ramadan, I declare myself AM memorized!!

This is such a relief and quite a deal for me because I have not memorized anything since I finish my studies, and its an indication that it is not too late to memorize! and I finally could read it without referring to the AM book throughout this Ramadan, except for one or two times when I got a bit confused on its sequence. I finally memorized it. I am so happy and grateful that I achieved this goal. I have been wanting to do this for so long and I finally did it!

Now that I have memorized AM Sughra, I am adding verses one at a time to complete it into AM Kubra. Insya Allah.

The power of the unconscious mind and setting your mind to achieve your goals and objectives. Masya Allah.

Your God’s Love IV

So this morning i went to work pretty early. and the moment i stepped out of the car, i was greeted with the glowing pure white perfect round with a shadowy effect which is pure nature. with that instant, everything felt right somehow. Pure God’s Love. it was so beautiful. and indeed it is RabiulAwwal. It is Love for the Prophet Muhammad sollu alaihi. born in the month of such beauty. just as how beautiful and pure he might be.

I have never thought to look or admire at the moon before but these days, looking at the sun and the moon, gives that close feeling. gives that awe of how small we are in the whole universe. and How Great and Merciful He is.

i am but a sinner. but with this thought and longing, it reminded me of how we stray so many times and we need these reminders to pull us back. that we need to be in His Mercy. that we need to be within his love. and with this thought and longing, i pray that i could for a minute even, win His Mercy and that i could finally win his love.

Sollu ‘alaihi wa sallimu taslimaa.

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pure and beautiful.

the heart beats. in prose

the heart beats.
and the heart beats.
and the heart beats.
and the tears flutter.
and the jugular vein whispers.
and the soul is alive.

the heart beats.
and the enveloping verses.
and my very being embraces.
a love i cannot see.
a forgiveness i could feel.
oh the soul was in hunger.
and the soul is alive.

the heart beats.
and the heart beats.
and the heart beats.
of every second a gift.
come back my dear.
do not stray.
come back to love.
come back to forgiveness.

the heart beats.

the heart beats

i have never realised listening to Mishary using headphones can be so encompassing, surrounding my space and leaving no space in my brain to think of anything else but listen to the verses.

and the heart beats. the heart beats. the heart beats in awe. and the tears flutter. and the soul is alive.

dont get me wrong. you know earphones have always been the lesser effect than headphones. its just today that i put on the headphones instead of normal earphones to listen to Mishary’s recitation of Taha.

dear headphones. you certainly have found a role more important than the songs we listen to.

Your God’s Love III

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I was at the edge of the world. off a cliff. overlooking the sea and its mysterious misty mountains.

I was waiting for a glimpse of the sun. it gave me whole. but no matter how much I tried to capture it. I could not see it through human creation. still. through this eyes His gift can I see the sun at its whole majestic roundness. SubhanAllah.