Welcoming Little Us

Allahuakbar! Blessing and mercy of Allah to us all. Aamin~ 

I want to write how much blessed my life is right now. I skipped lots of significant phase of my life, and jump to another new beginning. Allahuakbar! Wal Hamdalillah.. I couldn't thank Allah better to stand at this point. I try not to make things public to take care of my own intentions and people's out there might not feel right. Give me chance to share my inside out here.

Allahuakbar! Alhamdulillah.. Been married for not even half of a year, truly happy and blessed and now I can't wait for the little us. Ya Allah, what I've done to received so much love from Him? I am truly sinful and weak..yet I received so much I can't believe I should. 

I feel very sorry to share this even I am in concious of people at my surrounding. I always think of the not-yet-fortunate or I better say that miracles works differently for some people especially those struggling to have kids and those looking for spouses. May Allah shower them with rezeki to have kids and get married to the best man in the world. Aamin. 

Can't lie that I am truly excited for this little one. MasyaAllah..the feeling of carrying another living soul in my tummy is beyond what words can describe. I am almost 22weeks pregnant, blessed with a loving husband, my all-time supportive family members, caring bestfriends and colleague. I couldn't ask for more.. Alhamdulillah. 

Back to our little bundle of joy, at this stage we could actually know what gender it is to bring more excitement as I wish for. My baby starts kicking at his 17th week that almost brought me to tears. I feel very pregnant! Hihi We went for our first baby check up at then but this little bun decided not to show us. It gave us more nerve and butterflies, it won't let mommy and daddy start shopping just yet I guess. 

So, we planned to have another check up and scanning for the baby gender on my 6th month pregnancy in two weeks time. Wish us luck this time. Mommy and daddy need to decide on your name, darling. So mommy daddy can start calling you for real then *wink*  Mommy Daddy love you, honey! Be strong for us.

 

Much love for Little Baby H, 

02.40 a.m Fri 12/02/16

Baby's kicking inside :D 

Quarter Age Mumbles: It's twenty fifteen! #2015

Bismillah. 

Grabbing this unusual of 'me time' at the very few days of 2015. Alhamdulillah that Allah bestowed me with the chance to breath in the brand new oxygen. So this is the first entry of the year for me! Clap..clap! Couldn't be so sure whether there will be next entry after this, but Allah knows. 

So, how old is me already? Ahaaa.. It's pretty easy on how to remind myself about my age, look at the last digit of the particular year. This 2015 has put myself on the 25th of the unknown timeline. See, that makes a quarter to 100. Did I make it too obvious? Yes Akmar, you are. Feeling so thankful for this chance to live. By the way, I wonder who is still spending their time reading blogs and do the writing in a year where people running their life to be as 'short-sweet-simple' as possible. Anyone? Anyone still practicing the correct spelling in every conversation? If yes, you are one in a million. Pat yourself for me.

Now I am taking a step back and rethink. It would be great if I could continue blogging here disregard the feeling of insecurity I always have. I should enjoy my interest in writing! (Despite all the unfinished stories written on my notes) I guess the process of reflecting my life so far becoming too personal when I chose not to save them in words. Keep the private parts privated they said. I mean to write something meaningful and more on knowledge base piece of writings (could i really do that?) rather than the feelings feel-like-vomitting kinda things. Cheer me, please? 

However, the pros of not sharing the thought is I could easily let go things to tame my pride. To  keep everything inside, to burst it slowly secretly instead of trying to compress my thought on twitter, i did sometimes. It also hard to restrict my self from being too reflective on FB and can't help myself being too carefree in sharing random things that I think are funny. Funny? that sounds ridiculous. On top of that, to write some serious matters will eventually lead to more confusion I dare not to involve. Will this year be my debut year of becoming more expressive? Please excuse me. 

Just before I started a new post, I walked down the memory lane reading few of my words that are vomitted out of my unpredictable life. Not that complicated actually, just the way I wrote was too childish, too emotional, too diversed. How I missed those moments, I admit they have became so special now. I actually cannot tell by the topic, they were complicated, unpredictable and random. Since when did I learn to be focus about anything? Never. Woman writes to clear her head, remember? Blog is invented for that I believe. Can't wait to write and read my own stories. Haha! 

Till then, I wish everyone a blisful and meaningful year cherished with smiles, showered with abundant of blessings from Allah and may this year be the year we become a better servant to Allah, wiser, thoughtful, working diligently, eat healthily, and able to perform better deeds. Let us be a better human that never forget where we came from and to where we heading to at the end. 

13 Rabiulawal 1436H

03:30

4/1/15

Sun

Enough Crap

I want to start writing like there's no ending. 

It would be so fortunate if that goes my way, but, no way..  

I have enough crap. 

Like no one stopping,

For heavensake I have to start, 

..over again. 

God wishes! 

Biggest gap of 1:60

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Time flies. Ya lah.. takkan move backward pulak kan? Above is Wafa' in front of Park Building, School of Languages and Area Studies, University of Portsmouth. The post exam shot. The final exam, English in the World was simple yet tough. I prefer doing thousand words coursework than taking any exam. The picture was filtered as if it has been taken 20 years back, we surely will be missing that moment dearly. 

It has been a week since I was home, back for good, insyaAllah. There are about two weeks before starting our final year in IPDA. Guess what? I have no idea what is there waiting for me. May Allah make everything at ease. How I wish, my life in another year, biiznillah, is going to be fine and purposeful. Then, there you go, my career starts.. if Allah wishes.

Now, I can feel the '1 hour in Portsmouth' is equal to '60 minutes in Malaysia'. In positive way, and technically i have the chances to do lotsaf thing, and even better. But, who knows, tuning takes time. InsyaAllah. But, anyway, I am thankful and blessed ;) Hope to see ya again, my precious Portsmouth! ;)

Hidup Sebagai Alat

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم 

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

“Dan mohonlah pertolongan dengan sabar dan solat"


Tangan-tangan Allah itu berada di setiap tempat di dalam diri kita. Dia mengawal semua tindakbalas yang berlaku, tinggi rendah hormon, pengaliran darah dan neuron serta banyak lagi process yang melahirkan kita hari ini. Bersyukurlah sekiranya hari ini kita mampu tersenyum, kerana senyuman itu terukir atas kehendak Allah, jika kamu gembira hari ini bersyukurlah kerana kegembiraan itu diperoleh atas kehendak Allah. Selepas kegembiraan, Allah hadirkan pula rasa menyesal agar kita tahu berpada-pada dalam hiburan dunia, bersyukurlah lagi kerana berapa ramai manusia dibiarkan dalam kegembiraan tanpa ada sedikit rasa sesal. Bersyukurlah, bersyukurlah.


Biarlah kita hidup dengan agenda memenuhi kehendak manusia lain daripada bergelumang dengan kehendak diri yang entah apa-apa dan belum tentu bermanfaat untuk semua. Sekurang-kurangnya hidup ini bererti, tidak pada diri pada masyarakat dan Islam, bukan ke erti hidup pada memberi? Memudahkan urusan orang lain, mengisi tempat yang diperlukan bilamana ramai yang menolak, belajar mengalah dan menerima. Hakikat yang perlu diingat ialah bekerja bukan lah kerana manusia, biarlah sebagai alat untuk meraih redha Allah. Bagaimana? Dengan memudahkan urusan mereka dengan tidak mengharapkan ganjaran apa-apa, kecuali berharap agar Allah gembira dengan usaha kita. bergembiralah, semua itu telah tertulis ;)





Daily routine, actually next week will be the last week for training before tournament.


Doakan~ (^_^)


"Every 60 minutes in Africa, one hour pass" We might think this is a funny fact, but it's no joke. People in Africa suffer every second, but here we feel time flies real quick. Let's learn to appreciate what we have, and what is left. Maka, sebenar-benar aku mohon diberi keberkatan masa, Allahurobbi. Jangan biarkan aku hidup bersama kehendak dan keperluan mereka yang tidak tertunai. Opps, kan dah teringat minutes MSOC yang berapa kurun tak siapkan tu. Ok, feel like to stop here..



“Syurga itu dikelilingi dengan kebencian-kebencian hawa nafsu, sedangkan neraka itu dikelilingi oleh kesenangan-kesenangan hawa nafsu”.


(H.R. Muslim)