1st Ramadhan

Alhamdulillah, everything is fine. Nope, not just fine but incredibly great. Somehow I get tired a little bit because after a little ceremony that I have to settle at the night and tarawih after that I got something going up and then with a little nap I woke up to prepare sah00r.

We ate nasi goreng and fried chicken. Aha!

Then got tadarus and stuff and bla blab la. But that is not the point. The thing is the lost ship that one of my friends in it founded today, and I hope he’s okay. He’ll be okay J

I iftar at maidah ( a place where rich people sponsor food for the needy and stuff) and the food is quite okay. Arabs food while my taste bud is craving for murtabak and cincau. Ahahaha. But Alhamdulillah on everything. the whole meal consist of a quarter chicken, some rice and pickles and halawiyat (some kind of desert).

pic from senior, akh Ihkwan 

At the end of the meal there’re bunch of people collecting aish (Arabic bread) and the leftovers. My senior said that they’re the poor. Then I realized how blessed I am while other people have to collect leftovers to feed themselves!

It’s a very meaningful day. I hope you too.

The follow up.

Now its been almost a week I’m in my last mustawa (phase) in learning Arabic. Somehow this mustawa’s atmosphere is quite different. Even my teacher changes his style of teaching. No more formal ‘makan suap’ or idontknowhowtoexplaininenglish hahaha. Now we have to understand texts in Arabic by our own self except for certain hard words that we’re incapable of understanding it without proper explanation. I wake up in the morning everyday while my heart begging me to not to go to class but I never did yet. Since class for 6 hours, and most of our mentality told us it’s hard but somehow I don’t want this phase to end.

But everything has to end. Good and bad. Urgh.

Another thing, is that I’m so impressed somehow I’m really inspired by Indonesian students. I guess it’s true to say that most of them are better in Arabic than Malaysian. I met a student who talk in Arabic like bubbles. Like he’s talking that language since born.

And another truth to be accept is that I’m so freaking scared to be a uni students. Somehow the image portrayed in my brain is too huge. It’s a serious stuff you know. I just don’t want to mess up or waste my parents hope and money. Wasting my time just to fail and fail. I do feel optimistic sometimes but just like I said, it gives me chills. Some said that if your dreams or the stuff you’re up too is not making you scared, it’s not big enough. But how if it’s too big? How if how if and how if.

I guess I need to start thinking on this. Figure something up. And yeah, Ramadhan is around the corner.

I guess that’s it. Enough babbling and yeah.

Bye.