The New Beginning..

Assalamualaikum wbt...

This will be my very first time having my own blog..
But why blog??
Truth being told I don't know why myself, because back then I used to hate blogging.. ( still am now actually)

"Blog??. x der kejenyer nk buat blog.. byk lg keje len y berfaedah mcm baca buku ker, dgr ceramah agama ker, bersukan ker, tidow ker (erkkk..) drp buat blog ni.."

But once I'm in this Irish land, a new feeling starts to emerge... A feeling to share whatever little experience that I have with others and it's a willingness to start to open up to my own feeling..

Somehow a quote from the ending song of one of my favourite anime, Letter Bee seems to linger in me:
" To let memories from dying, turn thoughts into words"

and that's exactly what I'm trying to do because there's so many things that used to matter for me, now lost because I just couldn't recall it the way it used to be.. So many unspoken truths that I fail to deliver and so many experience that I fail to share with those I love. It's a regret that I wish to lessen.. mmmmmmm~

“Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.” - Mitch Albom

And things that I have now is just my memories and my present days, for my future is still uncertain.. I would like to nurture my memories and dance with it as Mitch Albom would put it.. and share the experience while I still can now ^^

The urge to share the knowledge/experience has been there all along in Islam for our Prophet Muhammad S.A.W had once said in a hadith : " convey from me even if it is a single verse ".. 

"Ballighu anni walau ayah.." a common hadith which I've heard all so often but only had it's huge impact on me very recently.. (guess I'll elaborate on this experience later) and it initiates me on starting this blog.. a small step in leaving a mark in this world.. because you either make a history or become history..

This is nothing more than just a letter to myself, to remind me of the things that matter.. From those little things that in the years back I failed to capture to those huge things that affected my life.. From things as small as watching movies and listening to songs to starting a new life in a place 15 000 km away from home..

This is a journal of my journey as a Muslimah in Eire, a future Muslim doctor, a daughter to a family which is so dear to me and a servant to Allah who's constantly doing mistake..

It is nothing more than just a letter to myself..