nuff said...

FUN.

There are so many ways to release your aggression. 

Living here surrounded by boring, selfish, egoistic, bajet-kau-bagus-sangat people (read: living here alone), basketball wouldn't do... not like before... what a pity...

But screaming always do its job.

And I guess that's why I tend to hear more of Nate Ruess's these days. 

Like he said: CARRY OOOON!!!!

Bebas

I guess, being young ladies, their lives in Irbid must have been very hard. The type of freedom I'm having here each second is what they could only dream for.

We were in the airport waiting for their flight when we decided to have a bit of a sharing. (10: 7-20)

Each one of them took turn to recite. And as much as my heart being moved by their recitation, I tried to hold back my tears. I wonder how was it, the type of tranquility they felt listening to the recitation of those imams at their nearby mosques. So far from being like them. The simplicity that they posses is what I'm searching for all these while.

You can feel it. Some people don't, but you can.

There are people who appear tough from the outside, they talk loud, they are admired by almost everyone n they knew it, some of them are good looking. But from the inside, they are empty, nothing, too light. Their souls could be shattered to pieces easier than glasses.

But there are also people who look as normal as anything from the outside. Smiling. But as you get near them, you can feel how strong they are. You could tell from their eyes of how much pain they could endure and yet being thankful for every second of their lives. You can see what they've gone through, how much they have changed.

Freedom is not of what you see on the outside, but of what you experience on the inside.

*          *          *

We are now on our 22nd year walking on the face of this earth.
A sister died in Jordan on the 21st, a baby in its mother's womb didn't make it. Reminding us of what we have become, of where we're heading to, of which level our faith lies, of how, in what condition we are to face Him soon.

So much to learn, so much to change, so much to do.

so much to learn

next, World War Z

Handsome guy to die for

Girls screaming chanting dying dreaming waving to their most beloved beyond-average handsome hot guys, artists, celebrities, boyfriends, crushes, you name it. Mesmerized by every perfection, every details of their faces, eyes like being drawn from the heaven, broad shoulders, etc.

I too was like that. No joke.

But somehow, for the last 4 years surviving in Vienna, a human's-soul-grinding-machine city, surrounded by Brad-Pit-To-Be guys, i can not help but get out of this self created illusion.

Recently an arab celebrity, Omar Borkan, was deported from Saudi Arabia for being too handsome. He is like to-die-for for every girl. Being so curious, I searched his pictures, just to have a bit of a taste of this whole chaos.

And all I can experience from his photo was that it is just a photo. Nothing more. I was confused. The whole world claimed him to be one of the most handsome guy ever lived. I don't get it. Where's the beauty in him? After a long observation then only I can see that he's actually a good looking guy. But that's it. Not an inch of my heart moved. If he was ever to stand in front of me, I wouldn't care, I wouldn't stare. Not because I don't like him, but just because he's so normal to me.

I realize that the creterion of my admiration towards something or someone has changed.

I guess, I'm now in a stage where if Nick Vujicic was to propose, I would marry him.

He is but with much affection, sharp vision, strong in and out that he's able to hold you during your fall and your rise even with no limbs. With no hands but be able to embrace your heart. To support you.

He, through my definition, is handsome.

Jan 2013 Bratislava dan Budapest

You learn as you travel. 

I learn a lot from them, without them realising it.

A lot.

Downtown, Bratislava

Budapest

May Allah bless you guys. Stay steadfast on His path. 

I see potential in each and every one of you. 

Maximize your potential, guys.

0) lapar dan dahaga

Huda yang dahulunya sanggup bekerja keras, berusaha sedaya mungkin untuk mencapai sesuatu target. Huda tu dah hilang. 

Tapi...

Huda tu datang kembali ketuk pintu malam 15 Jun hari tu.

Maka berhentilah berehat dalam kesenangan, dalam zon selesa. Berhentilah berasa sedih dan takut.

Maka bangkitlah bersama kudrat, hasrat dan senjata.

Kau tengah lapar dan dahaga. Keluarlah cari air dan makanan.