flower love

i took up a flower arrangement class after much contemplating. i am glad i did it. it was totally out of my comfort zone because it is my first time going to courses or workshops that has nothing to do with education, educating, self development, leadership and all those work-related stuff. super out of my comfort zone because i have none of my friends or those familiar faces i will usually see when i go for courses.

i signed up to the unknown but finding familiarity and comfort in the love of flowers and excitement of learning something new. i knew i will be meeting new people and going to a place that was unheard of before this.

but really the choice was made with pleasure.

i came in, put my heart and soul in the learning, finding out that it was really a difficult thing to do flower arrangements, but came out feeling rejuvenated. as though i just came out of a wonderland and stepped back in the raining reality smiling. like really, i totally forgot about work. forgot about being stress, and the fact that i forgot to send out two important smses which i had planned to. but i didnt feel even guilty about it, because i was still basking in the positive energy i am receiving from the learning, the humble and expert trainers, and the ladies around.

it was like a 360 degrees turn around of brain matter.

learnt some great new tips and am actually looking out to attend more. it is such a happy therapy.

Flower arrangement workshop was organized by cherriesmitten and trainer was flair.design The ladies behind these names are so humble and friendly, just chatting away their experiences and tips. i didnt even realize the amount of experience and trials flower arrangements took until i meet them. i mean i did flower arrangements, using artifical flowers, and i thought that was pretty hard, these are real flowers we’re using and they are doing events with them. wow. that sure took a lot of patience and hardwork. but passion and love too.

im pretty excited. to more workshops!

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.

unlearnt and relearn

it took me approximately 15 hours, spread out between two days, to type out two assignments.

and this is considered i am really giving my full attention to the assignment at hand. of course with the occasional facebooking and instagramming and even online shopping!

i am in the midst of my very last assignment from my counseling special diploma course and then i can truly say i have completed my studies for this year. the thing is i dont seem to have the urge to be the number one in this course. being an adult, so to speak, old, my concern is to, really, just breeze through the classes, learnt the concepts and theories and skills and no exams so much the better. there is definitely no sense of competition, everyone just wants to learn from one another. they don’t even mind if i happen to be an extreme introvert on certain days. i dont like to be forced to speak up or forced to present or being put in the position where i have to be the one doing the presentation, as it always happen back in degree days.

i have to say taking up this course is one of the better choices i made. albeit i am paying the fees purely from my own salary and depleting my savings terribly but i guess, the skills i learnt are very useful in my line of work. although, learning is always easy, putting them into practice is another whole different story. but i guess i like the challenge. and being the pseudo advisor to so many people is not an easy feat to uphold. i put such high expectations on myself i guess. i have to stop that.

anyway, i have many challenges coming up soon. much soon. i pray for health, strength and wisdom in these hard times.

today is the last day of 1435 hijrah year. i would like to have a bit of reflection on that. next post soon. got to get back to my few hundred words left on this last assignment. but i am on a writing mode i guess. i even have a blank word doc ready with a title for a short story. another time.

first distinction

yes, first distinction after almost 7 years after i completed my degree studies. of course, i have always been proud of my results during my uni years, plus making it to the dean’s list in one of my most difficult semesters. that had been a sweet success.

but yes, a distinction in my first assignment for my specialist diploma in counselling. who would have though?! it had been a very very tough assignment ok. and i felt so studious working on it. i enjoyed it. and i was happy i still have that writing streak in me.

well whoever said counselling was easy eh? it was totally not and with all the role plays i have been doing, although half heartedly, i know it was not an easy thing to be asking the right questions. i still havent had that eureka moment on counselling, still quite confused with all the different therapies, and when to say what, what to ask, what is it that we want the client to achieve at the end of the session. there was a lot of thing to consider. especially who the client is. that already takes a lot of thinking and trying to understand what kind of a client someone is and which kind of therapy works best for him or her and what is the goal of the counselling sessions. let’s not talk about the many ethics you have to be aware of also.

so i get it now. it was not an easy job. but i guess, learning it had been fun, and it better worth the fees i am paying for, hehe. but i think, my learning journey is not going to stop once i completed this course. i kind of have a list of courses i want to take afterwards but it has to be at a general pace. cannot be taking everything at one time.

help me Lord.

rezeki re-understood

So i never really thought about it. but i was reading this rezeki book which is on loan, and a particular ayat ‘shoots’ at me.
“…Whoever fears Allah, He brings forth a way out for him, And provided for him with what he needs from where he does not even imagine. And whoever places his trust in Allah, He is sufficient for him. Surely Allah accomplish His purpose. Allah has set a measure for every thing.” At-Talaq:2-3

something seems to strike a chord in me with this ayat, and i was just thinking how i am just ‘thrown’ into this job with zero knowledge and having to move on and just do it. i guess that is how He is providing me with what i need. the things i need to learn comes in various ways and from different people. and thus far, He has lead me to meet people who would help me get back up again. Truly ya Allah, You have helped me and I have been blind.

another thing that strike me was how the author was saying that whatever we own may not be necessarily be our rezeki. well that takes a lot of digestion and reflection. rezeki should be what we can benefit from. aahhh now i get it. (really i get it just at this moment i was writing this down). that is why we prayed for ilman nafi’an, useful knowledge, because if we learn and it aint useful, then it was not our rezeki, even though we have been learning them and ‘own’ the knowledge. ok, now makes me want to really read up all those books i have been buying with the hopes to gain knowledge, otherwise, i will be owning them books but i do not gain anything from them, so it aint my rezeki.

ok thanks, i really get it now.

anyway, the book gives 4 simple formula for success which is also a form of rezeki (it is not always about the money, as the song goes, heh)
1. Syukur and Redha
2. Zakat and Sadaqah
3. Taqwa and Sillaturrahm
4. Istighfar

it seems easy enough, these are things i have been hearing since back in school. but it’s always doing it which is the real test. i am going to do some planning and goal setting to carry out the formulas.

insya Allah, small steps.

first hand trial. nlp based

here’s the story. i was just thinking about what happened to me yesterday. and how it had actually been a learning process for me.

i received a call from one parent who wished to confide in me about her daughter. we agreed to meet the next day because she said she wanted to show something as well. my mind was already reeling what could possibly be so important that she had to meet me? i almost am defensive of the mysterious and worrying voice which the mother had through that phone call. now this mother, the student’s name was rather familiar but i couldnt quite picture her in my mind and of course i did not remember who her parents are. i refuse to dwell on what the whole matter is going to be.

so its already the day we are supposed to meet. i had been busy the first half of the day with the fieldtrips and settling some letters that only after lunchtime i remembered our meeting. now usually i would already be anxious and nervous about the meeting. i would be thinking what could have gone wrong, is it us, is it the teacher, or the mosque? and most important, is what kind of situation it is going to be? because you see, i have had to deal with two difficult parents already, but alhamdulillah it went somewhat mild without a face-to-face conflict. this time now, it is going to be face to face, and both mother and father is coming to see me. already i am ‘shorthanded’.

but here’s the thing. i learnt in my basic nlp course about anchoring. and i did a confidence anchoring. an hour before the meeting, i did my anchor. when my colleague called to inform both parents have been sent to the conference room, i quickly did my confidence anchor + my happy anchor (just in case, so i dont look stress). met the parents, welcomed them, and surprise2, these are parents i vaguely remembered to have been somewhat patronising few years back. (there was another issue happened) i almost recalled the father to be someone quite the angry type? on normal circumstances, i would have been nervous and have that small kind of feeling.

i was set on trying out as well, mirroring and matching, in the hopes i could create rapport. i was conscious about it, i managed to mirror the mother, the father was still quite distant not making eye contact at all. the mother was doing most of the talking. i tried mirroring her. i think i created trust and rapport with her although i couldnt bring her to follow my lead. but the good thing was, she totally opened up to me. and most importantly, even i feel at ease. when before, i would be feeling nervous, lost focusing on the other people, not listening well, my palms may get sweaty and i wouldnt be able to converse fluently.

what surprised me most about this meeting, was i am totally feeling confident, i spoke fluently when i might have stuttered before. and believe it or not, i even gave advice to the parents like i know better! like ive done this before and dealed with this kind of issues before. but i know it all came from the heart. the mother teared listening to me. i actually gave her steps to approach her daughter. ok, this i learnt from my readings on education thus far.

and when at first i couldnt get the father’s attention, i managed to mirror him a bit, how he hold his hands and at one point, i tried to mirror him comforting his wife with a small nudge on her shoulder, although what i did was just hold her wrist. i know there was a change with the father because he started to speak up as well and shared more openly about his thoughts on the issue.

we ended the meeting both sides feeling almost relieved that a sharing have been established and a working together kind of relationship. the mother is comfortable, and for a person like me, i actually feel comfortable as well. i have always been an awkward freak. but i wasnt one that day. not at all. i felt motivated though. we could do this. i hoped for the first time, i had given the parents hope and a new perspective that they can handle this issue with their daughter.

(me, who doesnt even have a child, talking like i knew how to handle one, i have to say, my experience with my siblings might helped in some way)

SubhanAllah. this skills i learnt, had helped me. my first hand experience of practising it and realising it went well. i almost feel like i want to meet more people so i can create rapport and just for the sake of practise, more mirroring and matching, leading and pacing! just maybe, for once, i can embrace my introvert personality, but still be able to come out of my shell more confidently.

a prophet’s prayer

a Prophet’s prayer

“O God, You alone I complain of my weakness, the meagerness of my resources and my insignificance before men. O Most Merciful of the Merciful, You are the Lord of the weak and You are my Rabb. Into whose hands do You entrust me? To some remote stranger who will ill treat me? Or to an enemy to whom You have granted authority over my affairs? I harbor no fear so long as You are not angry at me. Yet Your gracious support would open a broader way and a wider horizon for me. I seek refuge in the light of Your face, by which all darkness is illuminated and the things if this world and the next are set arigt, so that I do not incur Your anger and am not touched by Your wrath. Nevertheless, it is Your prerogative to admonish as long as You are not satisfied. There is no power nor strength but in You.”

Prophet Muhammad s.a.w said this prayer in times of difficulties during his ordeal in Taif. how beautiful it is. and how ignorant we have become. ‘this prayer reveals all the confidence and serenity he had with Allah swt, tells of humanity’s helplessness and of the Prophet’s spiritual strength. seemingly lonely and without support, he was not alone.’ – Excerpt from Tariq Ramadan’s The Messenger.

That’s why I always take the opportunity to reread stories of the Prophet. I think this is my third time reading The Messenger and somehow this time around, this do’a seems to play an effect on me at this moment. when before i read through with no notion of how it can relate to me. i may not have any enemies, not that i know of, but this year, i have been facing some very difficult students’ parents who really required all of my quiet strength and plan out how to deal with them, but Alhamdulillah, they now turn out to be some of the softest spoken parent i have. i realise it is not my doing. i relied on Him and seek His guidance one what to say how to act with these people. i cannot do it alone. He is near. SubhanAllah.

You are always there for me.

re-life

i had the most beneficial two day course on a weekend nevertheless.
a rediscovery of myself. rethinking and reframing of my life. and literally a work out for both my unconscious and conscious mind.

for the longest time of my life. i have always been unsure of myself. my decisions, my choice, my purpose. i have always been doubtful of what i can do and achieve and always so harsh on myself for not doing enough. i have perhaps put too high expectations on myself but then at the same time, not sure of whether i can do it or not and then i got stressed up and ended up going down. taking exhaustion as my reason of needing a time out (well being the introvert that i am, that is something i have learnt to look at is a need but not an excuse)

and there are moments i just go down and and just hate myself for what i am or not doing.

but these two days, i learnt of ways or tools to get back myself up again. it is definitely not going to be easy but i will practice and practice until i master them. until i master myself.

i am honestly still in that classroom and my brain doesnt seem to want to leave that learning situation. im still floating and reflecting. i am in my contemplation mode. almost like i am a different me and im just getting to know me better. and looking forward to give myself a chance to live up to my potential. without compromising anyone who is important in my life. without compromising ME.

i needed this. i know i have always neglected my self but this time around, i think i know better how to take care of my self.

the unconscious mind is really powerful.

anyway today, it rained after what seemed to be the longest dry season in singapore. subhanAllah. when i saw that it rained, my body seemed to resonate with so much awe and gratitude that our prayers have been answered.

the hipster’s learning

i am finally done with my mosque officers course. well, it had been a good learning experience, this one. and like a true sacrifice-during-studies drama, my parents were warded one after another, to and fro the hospitals, rush to and fro work. SubhanAllah. today was a final assessment and presentation. our group did way better than expected. great.

such a turnaround of expectations on this course, it truly had been useful and engaging, trainers were great too. despite taking away two working days every week for the past 6 weeks, i felt that it was put to good us, and hey, a good escape too at times. the dread is the amount of work left pending and truly i have pending tasks which would have been completed much earlier. so now it’s back to normal working routine. i probably would miss the monday-tuesday learning escapades.

my learning journey does not end here though. i may have mentioned it somewhere around here, i will taking up a specialist diploma on children and youth counselling. it was a decision of do or die, or in my case, its either do or be intellectually stagnant. i wanted this and alhamdulillah had my husband’s support. and the course will start this friday night! i am nervous-excited as people normally do when they start their first class. i hope they dont have too much group work because i dont think i can handle anymore groupworks at the moment. was pretty lucky i had a good group for mods course, although there were some personality clash but it worked out great at the end.

and this weekend, i will be attending an NLP course, something i had always wanted to attend as well and another just do it decision. so it’s going to be an enriching week!

now what’s left to do is to sign up for as much Islamic courses or workshops available out there. i dont care even if the speakers are my acquaintances or people i used to work with. for learning sake. we are never perfect and we will always need reminders. and hopefully, going to these courses will spark interest from my siblings and hubby as well…

on a sidetrack. i am listening to warpaint and chvrches while typing out this post and i am beginning to regret not going to laneway last month (there were chvrches and daughter among the lineup). so say perhaps warpaint reach this tiny island, i may just go for it. i am a closet hipster after all, so they say.

aleph on second

so i gave the benefit of the doubt and tried reading aleph again.

i was frustrated and did not understand at all what paulo is trying to say in this book and was utterly disappointed with aleph. i finished reading it in about two months before and there was nothing that grasp me to continue reading it. but last wednesday, i was looking through my bookshelf for a book to read, preferably a non fiction, because i was really still having a book euphoria from Quiet. i thought there is no book which is going to take my attention now that my mind is still thinking about all the information i got from Quiet.

my fingers picked aleph, again. i told myself, ok why not. let’s learn to love this book. although i doubt i will love it as much as the alchemist still. but i guess it was a good choice. as of today, only two days after starting reading it, i am left with about 40 more pages. thanks to the waitings and travelling journeys to and fro the hospital. i found myself engrossed in reading it and i finally came to really read and understand what the aleph is. i was so relieved. because i hated finishing a book without knowing what it was all about and rereading it, i finally understood what aleph is and it was exactly what i would have understand it to be if i had read it carefully the first time. and i even came across some quotes and lines which makes me think or simply like.

im feeling happy because of this. excited. im going to finish the 40 pages left and put aleph back on the shelf with the good thinking that it has benefitted me and probably inspired me a bit, as do paulo’s books always have. but. but there is something i dont agree with him in this book. i am so going to talk about it later.

toodles. da.