11 minutes

11 minutes might not sound grand to your ears.

You might just brush it off.

the "It's just 11 minutes" thoughts might pass through your mind but hey, it doesn't matter if it's 11 minutes, 11 seconds or 11 hours, all those times are valuable and can never be extricated back from the past. unretrievable.

Today during our Tahfiz session, our lovely sis Humaira' told us to write a short story based on "11 minutes". so i did. I wrote a story about this cancerous girl who reverted to Islam and she wrote her story down on her last 11 minutes on this earth. 

Sitting in the class afterwards, other thoughts came too my mind. Thoughts about how humans always takes things for granted. We love indulging ourselves with happy thoughts to the point where we become ignorant. We hate problems, we despise conflicts, we loath hardships. Conclusion? We are one selfish bunch.

Are we part of that bunch? Am I part of that bunch?

Let's strive to not be in one yeah? :)

All the people who are suffering right now, imagine how the felt when they remembered those golden times where every day they wake up without any new bandages on their bodies,  they can go to school and work peacefully,  eat dinner with their beloved ones, spent eid merrily with their family and friends and basically live a peaceful life.

If a machine was created that can enable someone to go back to their best times for 11 minutes, i'm sure many people would gladly accept the machine despite the duration of time being only 11 minutes. Time is too precious. Time flies at a different speed for people in different situations. When you're happy, time flew by but when you're sad, time seems to be crawling by. Every second aches.

That's just it. There's nothing we can do.

Time is irreversible.

Be grateful for what you have.

On the side note, let's keep praying for our brothers and sisters who are fighting for us out there yeah? that's the LEAST we can do. Spread awareness, show your support. they're our family for shouting out loud. Can you be happy seeing your family members massacred in front of you? if you're happy with the situation, then i'm sorry. I'm sorry that you lost your humanity. Awfully sorry.

My heart goes to my brothers and sisters in Palestine, Syria, Rohingya, Egypt and all over the world that i have never heard of or met. Just know that you are my family. Your pain is my pain. I might be smiling and laughing over here, but a hidden pain lies underneath the facade. It can never be the same knowing that people i care for are killed on daily basis. My prayers goes to you every single day. Thank you for being strong for us who couldn't even wipe your tears while you're suffering. Our heart aches for you.

#R4BIA

#Pray4Egypt

#SavePalestine

#SaveSyria

#Save Rohingya

#SaveHumanity

same yet not quite

This year's raya has been very very memorable for me.

I guess coz my my sisters has both gotten married, hv their own house, got work and all, 

my family were most times separated. Thus the reason why I get so happy when all of my family members are under one roof. like seriously happy though i don't really express it hahah.

So since it's raya and all, my angah and bro in law came all the way from Kelantan to our lil cozy house.

Meaning :

My family was complete!

everyone was there.

including the newest addition, baby Syifa' :')

i can just cry happily.

Sadly, i just sent my angah back to Kelantan few hours ago. she's a doctor now. have to work. everyone's busy now. bro in law dah balik semalam. one n only nephew and other bro in law not at home. The spell has broken.

Yet that's not the point of this blog post.

Yesterday i get to sleep with my angah and along like old times, ate at the same table with all three there and them without their husbands lol. just eating happily. me being the idk how to express kid just sat there being weird yet deep inside, i missed those moments. those old times, when my sisters were still single haha. those old times when they would come back home and just do what a typical family does. laze around, watch tv, eat dinner together, spent time outside together. Not that i'm being bitter, but yesterday and today, i realised something important.

eating with them at the same table felt the same as old times yet clearly it's not the same. Things has changed.

We all changed. I have accepted that fact ages ago.

Alhamdulillah.

I wouldn't change anything. I'm happy for the fact that both of my sisters has found someone who would love and take care of them better than i will. They are happy. That's all i need to know. 

I may not be the best younger sister. I may be a weird grumpy kid most of the times but it's just because i don't really know how to express myself when i'm with my family. That's just me. I wish i'm better at those things but hey, i love them and that's all that matters.

Anyways, one of the highlights of this year's raya is me, my angah and abangah (bro in law), hang out at klcc on the night of the 1st day of the raya! ahaha we thought it's gonna be empty. they treated me coffee bean's choc cake and hazelnut milkshake. yummers ;) roamed around searching for a lift haha and had laughing fits with those two kids. i swear, they're like kids *indirectly saying they're cute* lol. it was great. I don't get much time to spend time with them so getting to spend time with them on that day was marvellous. Alhamdulillah. 

and not to forget my never ending love towards my relatives<3 they made my raya complete man. Without them, raya would be dull. It ain't the same. I'm grateful that i have awesome chilling hilarious though kinda weird cousins ahah. i didn't just typed "weird". pfft. Weird means unique. awesomeness<3

well you see, i'm not exactly comfortable with letting the world *bajet famous* see my pics. sikit sikit boleh la. so here you goooo. let the rest stay in my heart, mind and laptop.

ps. amazingly the song peter pan kinda fit this post so ya. i translate songs into my life. deal with it (y)