I don't even know how to begin this post. All I'm sure about is that this Ramadhan is the most heartbreaking one I've had. I hold this beautiful month so close to my heart because it is all about Our beloved creator--His mercy, love and compassion; it gives us Muslims the opportunity to reflect, ask for forgiveness, be a better Muslim and be closer to Him. It is a beautiful time for families to gather together for food, and most importantly for prayers.

The recent tragic events in Islamic countries, if you've seen/heard the news, is.. unbearable.

I don't understand what's happening to the Ummah anymore.

I feel so helpless.

Lost

Long time no blog, I see.

The thing is I do have so much to say but I don't know if I should say it. It's bits and bobs here and there, it's thoughts not quite figured, it's opinions that seemingly isn't important, it's feelings I don't want to delve into, it's emotions I don't want to deal with.

I feel like lately I am just a ball of all sorts of things that isn't quite right.

I do hope I get to be myself soon.




Til then.

Hi, Al

There's a friend I really miss
He smiled that favorite smile just a few nights ago in my dreams
The conversation that went on, I cannot recall
But that grin I pray means he is well
That he sees how adorable his little boy and beautiful wife is
That everyone he loves here misses him and prays for him
That life has been different since he left..


But we smile, we laugh, we live, we try
Not because we no longer care

The truth is
we know soon it's the destination
where we know we'll unite.


---

Here's a little something I wrote for you, Al. I hope you get to read this. I miss you, we miss you everyday. You had me waiting 14 months but thanks for visiting me in my dreams, it meant the whole world to me.


P.S. Your little boy has cheeks that can carry a ship. Still missing you, but the "happy" miss.

Not A Review: Le Petit Prince

I can't remember whether I read this first before reading "The Alchemist" by Paolo Coelho or if it was the other way around..either way, I enjoyed both books immensely. So when they made the animated movie adaptation of "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery, I was thrilled! But a bit anxious because more often than not, when it comes to movie adaptations of books I love, I get disappointed, but this was definitely an exception! 

This movie also made me feel a bit nostalgic. It was one of our reads in highschool and I just went on a sentimental trip down memory lane where I felt a little bit of everything. Oh, highschool! #bestyears

P.S. If you're emotional and sentimental like myself, keep that tissue box within reach!

(Photo not mine, credits to the owner)

The Sunday Currently, No. 6

Fresh from my Pinas vacay, here is my latest (after such a long time) Sunday Currently! (P.S. Photo above was taken at sunset in Paseo del Mar, one of Zamboanga City's favorite hangout places.)

Reading | The Cuckoo's Calling by Robert Galbraith 

Writing | this blog post *smiles*

Listening | Justin Bieber's latest album, Purpose (I'm a few album repeat away from belieb-ing!)

Thinking | of coming back to work! I'm honestly excited!

Smelling | my fresh from the cabinet mint green-gold jumper

Wishing | Praying for the sign I need in terms of professional development.. should I leave?

Hoping | for an answer to ^^^^

Wearing | mint-green jumper from Bench that I've had for 3 years, black leggings

Loving | today's cool weather

Wanting | for things to be much more organized

Needing | to be settled in one housing officially (my cousin and I are currently transient residents in one of the hospital accommodation because of the fire incident that affected the tower where we're housed, and this room is just a mess) 

Feeling | weird, jetlagged, I guess

Disclaimer: I wrote this yesterday with every intention of posting it immediately but my internet wasn't cooperating. Sorry for the delay. Have a good day!

(The Sunday Currently, Original concept by blogger Siddathornton)

#prayfortheworld

I was raised by overprotective grandparents in a very sheltered environment. They tried their very best to protect my thoughts and my heart. So growing up, I did not understood the biases made by certain people because of my religion. Believe it or not, I still don't get it. The world is under attack by people who use religion as an excuse for their violent acts. What hurts me most is the selective humanity. When Paris was attacked (my thoughts and prayers go out to the innocent lives taken senselessly, may God grant their families patience and strength), it becomes a worldwide concern. But when Syria, Palestine go thru the same struggle on a daily basis, my social media timeline, unfortunately, is quiet. Less use of the hashtags, no changing your profile photo into a Syrian/Palestinian to show love and support.. nothing. 

I don't understand a lot of things around the world but I know I can trust Him.

A poem by Karuna Ezara Parikh

Later that night, I held an Atlas in my lap and ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered,

"Where does it hurt?"

It answered,

"everywhere, 

everywhere, 

everywhere."

~Warsan Shire

Quick post!

There is so much to tell.. I just don't know where to begin. Or I could try.

1. The Dubai trip with my cousin
2. The incident in our accomodation
3. Work dilemma
4. My 2 case presentations

5. I am actually in vacay mode for a month and my first week has been filled with visits to Mom's doctor because of her osteoarthritis.  (P.S. I've practically eaten everything that I had on my "eats" list)

I cannot wait to write a real blog post. In shaa Allah.