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Tawakkul and Tauhid in A Trip

Last trip was another hard lessons for myself about the importance of tawakkul, which also much correlated with Tauhid.

From myislam.org :

Tawakkul is having complete trust or reliance in Allah. For all affairs, Allah Almighty is capable, sufficient, and knowing so we should rely on him alone.

Tawḥīd or al-tawḥīd (also spelled touḥīd or tawḥeed) is an Arabic word, which literally means “unification” or “asserting oneness.”

Faith and religion are something personal, and I rarely want to talk about this. But, last trip was too intense, too chaos, too much of anything I felt until it was too impossible for us to return safely, unless it was the mercy of Allah. I really wanted to remember what really happened, what was on my mind during those periods.

The trip was such a strong reminder that you might be overly meticulous planning everything as much as you can, but nothing would prevent you from having everything goes against your plans.

Fully understand that life rarely goes according to the plan. That is one reason to not only rely on ourself in everything. More, in the place when we barely knew anyone, didn’t speak a single word of their language, when no one was having advantage to help us, the urgency to rely on something greater than ourself was even bigger.

The moment when we’re denied check in for Porto-Paris flight was one of worst moments in traveling.

After a long queue to check in the counter, when the officer said we couldn’t use this ticket because we didn’t take the first flight without any notifications, so the airline cancelled the whole flight, my heart was shattered.

My mind was racing here and there.

The officer handed me an email address which I skeptically received, knowing it wouldn’t do much to help us. Who in the world would reply an email on Saturday morning?

We went to a corner trying every single way possible to contact the airline from any platforms. The airline doesn’t have any office in Porto. We couldn’t make a call because we didn’t use any sim card that allowed us to make a call.

An airline whatsapp seemed work for a moment, but it wasn’t really. I already offered the only solution I knew at that time, buying a new ticket for afternoon flight. It was far from the best solution, because it means we missed the whole day and should pay another amount. The doctor still tried to find a way to talk to the airline call center.

At that time, I looked around and saw the long queue in the check in counter was clear. No single passenger was seen. I moved my feet to return to the counter.

I mustered my courage and faced that lady once again. Tried hard to keep my calm and talked without trembling, while kept looking at my watch. The flight would depart in an hour. I kept talking to myself along the way.

My self talk wasn’t about the positive affirmation to myself, but, sincere pleading to The One Who Takes Care all affairs, One who owns the heart of every human being, to help me to go through what I should go through at that moment.

“We couldn’t reach anyone who could help us with this, can you help me, please?”

“Have you make a call?”

“No I haven’t, I can’t. We have tried all the platforms to talk to the airline, but it didn’t work,”

“Ok, I try to call it for you, not sure there will be someone right now”.

Judging from her face and her tone, she was obviously didn’t do it happily, which I totally understood.

At that time, the doctor was already on the phone with someone but they said they didn’t understand what was the problem. The ticket was still there and we could use it. But, I believed, during that critical moment, one who really could help us was the one who had the authority to hand us the boarding pass, not someone who wasn’t there.

She was finally able to talk to someone who kept asking her questions which she relayed to me. Why we didn’t board on the plane, why we didn’t send any notifications, why we went to Amsterdam instead. All the questions I imagined would be asked on Paris border during our arrival were all asked here.

I answered truthfully.

Until she said,

“You can use the tickets but you have to pay a fine because of this. XXX euro,”.

“We’ll pay,”

“How will you pay it?”

“By card”.

“Do you have the card with you now?”

“Yes, I have,”.

I called the doctor from a far asked him to bring all of the luggages.

Few minutes later, three boarding passes issued.

We thanked her so many times. I thanked the One who softened her heart endlessly.

In that moment, it wasn’t my pleading, it wasn’t because of we had the money, it was because He allowed it to happen.

Later we knew, the fine was charged per person. Not for the whole bunch.

The price of tiny mistake could be this expensive.

Sigh.

When I thought we had been through the worst, another came.

It was when we arrived in Abu Dhabi. We had safely landed and got out of the plane. Just few meters after that, the little girl said she wanted to go to restroom.

When I wanted to leave my backpack with the doctor, I realized something was missing.

My handbag where all the passports, boarding passes, money, handphones were inside, wasn’t there.

I ran back to the plane as fast as I could because almost all passengers was out. I told the cabin crews I left my bag on my seat.

One might wondered how could I leave such important bag.

I put it under the arm rest. Both were in brown colors. When I got the bag, the officer almost turned off all the light and ready to close the door so I had to scream, “wait for me!”.

“Ah yes, you’re still here. No worries,”.

He turned on the light again.

I walked out of the the plane and the bridge safely.

My dear heart.

I thought two nerve-wrecking moments were enough to humble me.

But, it seemed that the lesson hadn’t finished yet.

Since we had 8 hours of layovers with another hour of delay, we decided to book an airport hotel so we could sleep properly.

We slept well and checked out an hour before it was boarding time.

During the queue for boarding, the doctor asked me where the other plastic bag I brought from Paris.

I really couldn’t believe myself at that time. For leaving another thing at the hotel room.

The hotel was in terminal one.

Our flight was in terminal three.

Once again, my legs were pushed to do the sprint.

The hotel receptionist was startled, when I arrived,

“Mam, your flight is boarding already!”

“Yes, that’s why, please be quick,”

Another man who helped to open the room asked,

“Where is your gate?”

“32”

“It was on terminal three!” He acclaimed.

“Yes I know, thank you so much,”

I reached the gate on time.

During the sprint, my lips were on constant istighfar and thought I might do harm on someone for having all these chaos.

Three huge mistakes in a row.

How much I failed and felt so off during this trip, yet how near the help had been.

It wasn’t luck, it wasn’t my sudden realization, it wasn’t because we had the money, it was purely because He helped us with any ways possible until we made it.

Without His helps all through the journeys, I didn’t know what my mistakes would do to us.

Couldn’t help crying when the plane was finally landed at the home airport.

This writing was started yesterday and I still had no idea how to finish this. But, this morning, a post from Yasmin Mogahed came to me and it talked about those two titles which hit me hard.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CuHovzYKuKn/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

I remembered one of my writings when we returned from London during Covid time, where we had to leave all the safety net we had in London and would walk into the unknown battle we had in Jakarta.

This trip wasn’t about all the experience that taught me lessons in traveling. More importantly, it was one which strengthened the belief inside. . The belief that after doing my best in everything, He did, He does, and He will take care of the rest.

As always.

I just have to put my utmost trust on Him and nothing else.

My big next homework is about how to transmit this important belief and value to the little girl. To have such belief at heart, that all the things that happen to her, no matter how big or small, whatever it is, wherever she is, whoever she becomes of, it is not because of her, not because of her parents, not because of anything, but Allah.

Above any skills and values in life I want her to possess, this one alone is the most valuable I hope her to master and stay with her for the rest of her life.

Posted in Langit Senja, Life happens, Thoughts, Travel

Behind The Scenes of Travelin’

Scene 1

This trip looks good and perfect in pictures but quite a mess in the structure.

So far, the most twisted one among the history of family trips.

From the messy itinerary,
a week journey with seven flights rally,
Long delay made us sprint in Abu Dhabi,
Denied check in when we’re fully ready,
Paid a hefty sum of money for the tiny mistake I didn’t see,
Ran back to the airplane after realizing I left a bag with passports, handphones, and money below the handrest in the seat forty,
Another sprint session in Abu Dhabi,
during queuing for boarding,
ran between terminal one and three,
to fetch another bag I left
when we checked out at two thirty.

Those were crazy, honestly.

But, I also felt being saved for countless time while dealing with those difficulties.
It felt surreal when the plane touched the ground back to this city yesterday afternoon at three thirty,
We were wasted yet,gratefully healthy.

This writing finished yesterday at ten forty,
all the luggages were already returned to its place safely,
while the washing machine was singing happily.
My clean laundry was ready.

Scene 2

We might have lots of miss and twists, but we got it easy when it comes to traveling with this little girl buddy. It might be hard to believe when I said we had zero tantrums since she was a baby.

They said traveling is one of the truest test of character.
If it is true, then, she must have passed with flying colors.
Much calmer than her mother,
while dealing with so many irregulars,
Where everything was so unfamiliar.

I have no control of what she would become of despite all the best efforts that had been done, but I hope, she would thrive and becomes an adult who deals with lots of uncertainties in life like she does with everything that traveling brings when she was a child.

The best traveling buddy parents could ask for

Scene 3

Marriage doesn’t have to be ideal,
The most important thing it should be functional.

I believe, so does in traveling.

You might need one with the same vision, but the other important thing, you also need a company with different functions.

For every little details I am quite good at (although it becomes debatable in this trip), I get a good one who covers for the big picture that I am quite lack of and I am beyond grateful to be blessed with such traveling partner.

If you want to go fast, go alone, if you want to go far, go together”. African Proverb

Last but not least,

Trip observations.
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Adagio in Porto!

It’s been a very long ride until we finally safely arrived in this trip main destination.

I didn’t have any expectations about this city. No idea what it would be.

I rarely fall in love with the first sight. But, Porto got me right.

Less than one hour set my feet in this city, I fell in love in an instant. This city is beyond charming.

It had been 48 hours without having a proper meal, it served us with a set of Portugese home made meal from a tiny homey local restaurant across our apartment. It was pumpkin soup and red bean rice with cod fish. I really wanted to cry while sipping the soup. It was the best meal I had in this trip.

We stopped by for the light groceries nearby then returned to the apartment. When we arrived, our room was ready.

We bought Andante card for the bus and metro at Sao Bento station. Our first visit in the afternoon was Ribiera. Sitting by Duoro river and listening to street musician. The little girl seemed too tired after countless flight and airports transfer to do anything else, so she just slept on the bench by the river.

We stayed for 4 days, the first two we went together, while the other two, the doctor attended the course which became the main reason we visited Porto, so me and the little girl explored the city on our own.

Porto is fascinating. I love almost everything about it. It might be not as neatly ordered or filled with stunning beauty like some of other citites in Europe. It is more like beautiful mess with the right measure.

Couldn’t help taking too many pictures of murals and facades. We also stayed in the street of art where there are lots of small galleries.

We basically ticked all the a must see places. Sunset in Jardim de Morro, Mercado de Bolhao, Santa Catarina, Livraria Lello, Cedofeita, Jardin de Palacio, Natural History museum in Universiti of Porto. But, the best one about the city is its charming alleys.

For someone who loves walking, being lost in Porto alleys were the highlights of my staying in this city. Just going in and out aimlessly made me happy.

I love how it felt safe to walk there. I reclaimed my solo traveling in between time spent together and it was so refreshing. There were those times when this trip worth all the hassles been through to get here.

Their bus card called Andante . In music, Andante means a tempo in walking pace. It’s funny how it fits the description of their city. Four days spent in Porto, I feel like life was running in adagio., which means a slow tempo.

Beauty. Safety. Walkability. Porto has set the bar too high for introduction to south Europe. It’s underrated yet highly recommended city to visit.

The city’s postcard view
One of the most beautiful bookstores in the world. Paid entrance for €5, which could be used for buying a book here.
One of the most beautiful Mcd in the world, said the article
Sunset from Jardim de Morro
Sardine is a serious bussiness here
Alma in front of Capela de Almas
Mercado Bolhao

Muita Obrigado, Porto!

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Till Next Time, Amsterdam.

Amsterdam was involuntarily included in the itinerary because of what happened here.

A few months back, some of my weeks were spent by constantly fixing the itinerary. Amsterdam made it more complicated. Based on my research, it wasn’t compulsory, BUT, if you’re being asked in the first border you entry and you couldn’t prove you would travel to the visa issued country, then, you might lose bigger and more than what you can pay by playing safe.

I didn’t only read a bulk of articles. I asked around almost ten travelers on social media, about this case. I also asked travel agents who do the visas. It was 70-30. Seven said it might be fine but just be prepared, the rests said it was too risky.

Up until a week before, I hadn’t bought the ticket for the new itinerary, because of the price was too high for one way trip. I was still thinking, we could just try our luck by leaving Amsterdam behind. There were actually lots of alternatives, much cheaper ones, BUT, with another transit and less reliable airlines. A two hours flight becomes five? I didn’t think we could handle another transit. Flying with unreliable airlines after constant airport moving in 48 hours? I didn’t think that was wise. Train wasn’t doable this time. Bus was available, but 8 hours in a bus? I wasn’t available for that.

I finally clicked the payment button and forgot the rest.

It’s hard to a judge a city where you only spent 6 hours went around and few hours of sleeping.

But, from what I saw, I wasn’t impressed like the first time I set my feet in Paris.

A brief stop was fine. Maybe next time, Amsterdam

Hoping to stay longer and learn how the happiest kids in the world do, according to the research.
Compulsory Amsterdam selfie
The city where the cyclists rule
The city canals
The journey, not the arrivals, matters, said TS Elliot.

What happened in the first EU Border we landed? Safely passed without a single question. No passport checking anymore after that, not even bother to check whether we had the visa or not from the colors of our passports. In my case, no one cares whether we stop by in Amsterdam or not. Even in our main destination, no more passport control. What I understood before, it wasn’t a problem if you travel through the land, but, by plane might be different. It turned out if you travel around Schengen countries, you won’t through any immigration anymore after the first one. Only the security check.

Did I regret the decision? Not really, another review post would do.

If anyone ask me whether they should take the risk by not traveling to the visa issuing country, my answer would be :

Handle your own risk. Basically, it’s not wrong since your visa is valid to enter all those countries . But, if we truly can, let’s show some courtesy to the one who gives the entry.

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Travel Rants

Last Sunday to Tuesday was one of the longest 48 hours this year. Four flights, four different cities (because the necessities), minor to major delays, it was hard to believe we did it safe and sound, with some back (and b*tt) pain.

This trip shows no words could describe how traveling could bring so many life discomforts yet couldn’t help entertain them if an opportunity knocked.

This time, we traveled out of the normal one we do due to several reasons and twists that came along the way.

The sudden change of plans for the last four months, the sudden notifications at the last minute that pushed the brain to think harder than before, the countless zikr spelled, the pain all over the face as usual due to the change of weather, numerous bathroom trips all over the flights, yet, I will still choose to do it all over again once all those things became the past.

If it’s not love, then I don’t know what it is.

What I learn, you want to travel with the right companions. Not only one with the same vision but also one with different functions. When one is good at one thing, the other should cover the other area. Like when one is good at dealing with little details, the other one should be good at taking care of big problems. When one is highly anxious, the other two must be cool and chill.

Another advice: travel light and free when you’re young and blessed with the time and energy, travel comfortably when you’re older when you have the money.

It made sense why Islam strongly recommends us to be rich when I had to deal with the long queue on the few last rows to get out of the plane in the midnight to catch another flight within 15 minutes.

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The Highest ROI of Parenting

Certain conversations inside the head finally met its trigger for them to finally be delivered into a writing. A post from Humans of New York was the one who did the job.

I never know how Brandon has always been successful to create a story in a short instagram post yet could give huge effect for its readers.

For the countless time, I rarely envy anyone, except those who write so well.

The caption above says a lot about one of the indicators of highly successful parenting, in my opinion.

One of the highest ROI (return of investment) of successful parenting is when the children voluntarily involve you in their daily life when they’re adults.

The period when they no longer ‘need’ you to navigate their own life, yet they still include you in their daily life, no matter the distance which set you apart.

I am not talking about the occasional holiday together or the monthly visit. It’s good, of course, but, having the kids talk to you, tell you about everything like they’re still living under the same roof with you, I think that is one of the highest achievements one can have in life.

Just like any other great work, there’s nothing easy about it. The father above decided that not his job, not his career, but his family, that he put on the top of his priorities for 30 years. To be able to stick with such decisions is not something that everyone can do. Only one with clear goals and visions who understands what matters the most can do such a thing. It takes a huge leap of faith to keep doing what you believe despite everything life throws.


This is why parenting is a long game. The result is not what you see right now. The result won’t come immediately like some money you earn after a month of hard work. It’s not when the kids behave nicely. Not when she wins any competitions, delivers good results, or any tangible and measurable things that society could label you as a good parent.

The long years of sowing could be so tricky. There were times when it might feel so unrewarding. But, when you really believe in something, you just have to keep going.

It’s even hard to be successfully raised one, because you might be successful with one of your kids, but not really doing as good with the others, yet he did a great job with three!

The actual result of truly successful parenting is something that will come 20-30 years down the line, and it’s not something that everyone can see, but only can be felt at heart by both parent and the child. When both can talk comfortably and respect each other like they are equal. This is why I think, one of the endgame of parenting goals that we should aim is : raising an adult that will gain your trust and respect.

After all, we could only do our best when raising the children. The results are too hard to be predicted. Life rarely happens in one straight line curve. Too many unpredictable things could happen that might not guarantee what kind of result you will get or expect, despite all the efforts you pour into.

But still, no reason not to give your best bet on this. It’s one of the things in life that is worth your time doing it.

Posted in Places, Thoughts, Travel

New Season of Traveling

It’s still hard to believe that after three years, life is slowly returning to old days, including traveling. When I thought Sydney was more than enough this year, then another trip came only few months after that.

This time, it’s way of traveling that we have never been done before. Out of initial plan.

The past few weeks and months, I felt like dealing with the same old and new me while dealing with traveling thing. I am still the same old person who is very determined and detailed in planning, but certain part is totally unrecognizable.

I always know that I am good at waiting, although the reason might not be clear. Sometimes, I am questioning myself too what I have been waiting for. Just click buy and move on to the next thing. Why torture yourself for weeks instead? But still, I just chose to suffer.

When it comes to traveling, I feel like having this different tables inside my brain about few different itineraries with their own strengths and weaknesses. Funnily, these tables were not even fixed. After weeks of feeling certain that those choices were the only way to go, suddenly, I could restart from the beginning and resetting everything again to completely different plans. It was mostly a sudden new insight that came into my mind.

The old me would have started packing right after the visa was granted, mostly two or three months beforehand, but now, up to two weeks, my luggage was still sitting nicely on the cupboard. I wasn’t so sure what I was waiting for.

Previously, I was so sure a transit it’s fine as long as the time and price fit. Then, I found the airline rating was pretty bad. So, I considered another option. When I found one that had a good rating, I was still being hesitant once again. The greedy in me wanted more.

While waiting for this, I suddenly found the price that I had been looking for consistently for weeks. Then, when I was about to type the card number, I started thinking once again. This one fitted the time and price, but with a transit.

I ended up not with the lowest I could get, but it was the best indeed.

As the date of the departure is getting closer, my anxiety is slowly rising. Pre-pandemic travel gave me excitement, but the post ones are making me more cautious. I’ve been wondering why we adult has so many fears inside? Or is it just me?

Since the first time we traveled abroad as a family, we always stay in one city for 7 days. Enjoyed the city as slow as possible (although it was also a soft translation of not having enough to afford more). But this time, we would move to three different countries in 7 days. It’s scary. I didn’t plan to, but, as always, a travel twist made us taking such options.

Well, I wish nothing but hopefully we will survive this new season of traveling safe and sound. We never know if we don’t try. Right? Please, it is.

After having a summer trip in the east, off we go for another summer trip to the west.

Bismillah. Bismillah. Bismillah.

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Alone with Questions

The more I see, observe, and experience, I come to conclusion that everyone is alone.

This life is a solo trip that everyone takes alone. We indeed have companies along the way, but they just crossed paths with us during the trip.

When you travel alone, no wonder sometimes or many times, you’ll get confused. You feel like you don’t know where to go, no matter how detailed you make your plans. You’ll face countless periods when the trip doesn’t go according to your schedule.

This makes the phrase “Know thyself” hit right on the spot. Maybe this solo trip is all about the journey to know ourselves, to realize who we truly are, then live accordingly.

In my country, usually, the confusion starts when it’s time to choose universities after graduating from high school. I think it’s exactly the real solo trip begins after traveling safely with the family for the last 18 years. Maybe some of us begin earlier. But, in general, most of us start at 18.

It’s the beginning of the period of asking endless questions that we ask ourselves. But, based on my observations, not everyone bother to look for the answers.

I have been dealing with many 20s-something in a boot camp where I have volunteered since last year. I am pretty sad whenever I listen to the indifferent tone when they tell me about what they do in life.

I wish everyone understands how precious your 20-s something. It’s one of the most critical periods in one’s life; one should use well and live it to the fullest. This period is all about something you need and want to do yourself. Whatever it is.

The period when you can decide everything on your own, the period where you can go wrong without bearing too many consequences, the season of life you can learn as much as you can, from anyone, from anywhere.

I am not saying that life stops there. But, the next session in life would give you a different set of questions to deal with. For this thing, I have also seen enough examples of the consequences when one is not working on their own 20-s issue. The impact is more extensive than their own lives.

This is one of my biggest fears in raising my daughter.

I am afraid I’m not (or we’re not) raising her well enough to have enough curiosity to ask some crucial questions about herself and her life and the ability to find the answers herself.

I hope when her time comes to start her solo trip, she won’t merely survive. I want her to thrive.

I want her to have lots of courage to deal with real-life problems. I want her to keep going no matter how much and hard she falls. I want her to not only chase pleasure, but I wish her to pursue meaning. I want her to understand the giant bug that prevents her from achieving anything that she wants to accomplish is always inside. I want her to consult not only me or her father or whoever advisor she trusts, but most importantly, I want her to consult Her Creator for every decision she makes because He is the only One who can guide and protect her from any harm in life. After all, whatever she does, wherever she is, again, she is on her own. I want her to involve Her Creator in everything she does in life.

As an 8yo, she asks many questions, and I hope she will keep doing so. I am grateful we have Google now. But Google is there to give some insights. It answers our preliminary questions, but its job stops there. We can use that for the next step, but the honest answer to our most essential life questions will never be found in Google. We have to keep looking to find the best solution where we finally feel at peace.

Tears couldn’t help flowing whenever this thought struck. Guess I have said enough for now.

Wow, a few writings in a row for the past few days. Well done, you, keep going.

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Daily Colors

My day always starts as early as 3 am.

It’s the best time of the day where I have all the silence needed for me without interruption and distractions.

My set of personal morning routines have been running since two last Ramadan. The first two hours after waking up are dedicated for taking care things that matter the most for me. All the conversations inside the head, all the plan for the day, all the to do lists, they were organized at this time. When it feels hard inside, this is also the best time to ‘consult’, to ‘nag’, to be very demanding to the One who takes care all affairs. Problems won’t go right away, but, at least, you know you have filed the complaint.

My working hours start once adzan subuh heard. Breakfast, lunch boxes, early morning lessons, and many more. 

After I am done with things in the kitchen, I’ll open my laptop and start exercising with Heather Robertson. Heather has been my daily exercise companion since 4 years ago. No day passed without meeting her on youtube, wherever I am, home or away. 

Done with Heather, I proceed for dhuha prayer. 

By 7.10 am, my kitchen is closed and cleaned, I get my morning endorphins and all most important personal routines done. Time to leave for school delivery. 

This is what happens 7 days a week, most of the time. Except no lunch boxes preparation on weekend. 

School delivery is done before 8 am. If it’s odd date, I will proceed with my morning walk. If it’s even date, where I send the little girl by car, it means cleaning up at home. Or, a proper nap time. 

Morning walk is my most look forward routine. 6000 steps are the main goal. Usually, boulangerie or grocery becomes the main destination. If it’s not, then I just walk leisurely until it’s time to return by the public transportation. There would be time when I don’t feel like walking. Then, I’ll choose the longer bus route to go home for reading. I usually arrive at home around 10-10.30 am. 

The little store that has been surviving for 6 years opens at 10 am and that when I start working part time from home.

The period between 10 am until school pick up is mostly about taking care my place.

Some cleaning, that’s for sure. 

Some cooking, if there’s a pressure. Some pressure like the fridge is quite empty while the food storage boxes is full. 

Some laundry, if it’s already the deadline. This is my least favorite chore of all.

Without cooking pressure or laundry deadline, then I will be taking some nap or doing some research for the on-going plans. Whenever I have plans that make me excited, my mind is rarely on the rest mode.

After midday, it’s time to prepare for school pick up . Afternoon spent more for taking care the little girl’s afternoon classes while replying customer chat, social media scrolling and being couch potato in between.

Dinner preparation usually starts at five.Here, dinner serves before 6 pm. I want my kitchen cleaned and closed before maghrib prayer. The little store is also closed by 6 pm. So, all works in a day are done by that time.

Above 6.30 pm is reading time for everyone until the last prayer of the day. By 8.30 pm, most of the time, the house is already in the dark mode.

Every two weeks, I have evening class every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday where I volunteer to be a moderator for online English speaking class discussion. It’s something that I really enjoy doing. For the last two batches, the founder asked me to teach some of the classes. Some of them were pretty good. I realize that I am doing better at listening than talking.

From others, it may look mundane, but for me it’s an ideal daily life that I look forward to each day. I love how each thing that I consider important in life has the their own time slot. The only one which I am struggling is to find a fixed slot for writing. I desperately want a dedicated time slot for writing but still find it’s hard to be committed, although I have tried several ways like turnin on the reminder, etc. 

This one is finished after the early morning prayer and before the early morning shfit starts. It’s only doable when it’s weekend.

Despite of whatever excuse I have about writing regularly, this is a little struggle that keeps me sane along the way. So, maybe I’ll just be struggling then. It’s not a (good) life without a bit of struggle here and there, isn’t?

Have a nice week ahead!

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One Step at a Time

The period of so many drafts yet not even one could be published because it’s always stuck after few paragraphs.

It feels like too much distractions around since the last post. Or maybe, let’s point all the finger to the opposite direction. I take the blame for allowing myself being distracted too often in the past few weeks.

The conversation inside the head is still loud as usual, few important things are on the table which needed to be addressed, yet, couldn’t help silencing them with quick dopamine flow and try to avoid the real work.

I am actually writing this to distract myself from the nervousness of talking in front of audience in less than an hour. This is one of few important things I wrote above. Accepted the offer with the number, have prepared quite thoroughly, yet, talking is not the forte. But, it’s something that I want and need to do. It’s been a while since the last time I heard my heart beating so loudly while my hands are sweaty.

Whenever something is too overwhelming inside the head, the mind spells this casts :

One thing at a time.

One step at a time.

One writing at a time.

Hopefully soon, more writing for next time.