The dream is still fiery. Especially now that I’ve finished with Hong Kong. And Alhamdullillah my parents came back in good health despite experiencing some health fiasco there. They told me a lot of stories; some were funny and some were very heart-wrenching as well as wake up calls upon the ignorance of us, the simple fragile humans.
Mak braved herself to use the camera that I lent since Ayah refused (because he didn’t know how to use). Kudos to Mak! Holy Kaabah. One day. Amin!
Now the path of focus is cleared from “plans-in-pipelines’, I think I should go for it. But in the deepest abyss of my heart, I am still scare whether this is something that I dare to do or not. I’ve been bombarded with stories that sometimes make my hairs stands and sent goosebumps; and not to say that to face that alone. BUT, the question is reverted to myself again – isn’t all of us alone in this world as everything around us is ephemeral? Why would I have doubt on myself when God has lavish me with “an adequate channel to crystallize the dream”? Why would I be scared when everything lies is in God’s hands? Why would I be scare that God will let me see the “wrath” when I have sincerely submit the mind to trying to do the best?
Zam-Zam Tower. Mak and Ayah slept there during “umrah” entourage sponsored by Abang Jie last year. Subhanallah.
An old Turkish woman. I didn’t know how Mak communicated but she asked the woman to lied down while she took picture. It’s incredible how millions of people around the world congested within one compound, for the faith of God.
I have told Mak and several other colleagues and their responses are very much alleviating. They said everything is Tawakallah. You know, God knows your intention; so don’t be afraid. Like Angie said, “Be brave, be bold and be free.”
Mak at Medina. Subhanallah. She asked a friend to photograph.
Amin. Ya rabbal Alamin.
I always like the Middle East ambiance in “Nur Kasih”. It makes my yearning even more fiery. Amin.