Assalamualaikum…
How did you spend your day? Me? Ahhh, so unproductive. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second. What a waste. I didn’t know that I take such a long time to figure out myself. But still, no answer. It feels like I’m suffering from “what to do with my life.” That’s pathetic.
But now, I try to do something on my boring days: learning. Learn what? Well, I’m improving my vocab. Grammar? Hehe, a bit hard but I’ll try. And most importantly, I am starting to exercise every day. Hewhewhew. Feeling healthy y’all.
While staying at home doing nothing, sometimes I wonder why my mom doesn’t nag about me not working yet. Every month, she still gives me pocket money even though I’ve finished my studies. There are a lot of questions in my mind. We never really know what’s in people’s hearts. I think my mom doesn’t want me to work far from her, that’s why I haven’t gotten a job yet—or maybe I’m just missing my own opportunity. To mom: don’t worry, I won’t work far from you. I just need to earn money; I can’t keep asking from you anymore. Talking about missing my own chance is the saddest thing right now. I’m the one who screwed myself. Dushhhh!!!!
Early this month, I got a missed call. Office or home, but who calls using a home line nowadays except for my aunt? So I thought maybe they would contact me again. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize they left a voicemail. What sucks is I discovered it last night. Bravo, Aisyah.
"When Allah makes things really difficult, it is to remind who is in charge so that you turn back to Him. When He makes things easy, make sure you turn to thank Him. Any good that you do is a favor from Him and not upon Him, so thank Him for it."
— Navaid Aziz
Okay, forget about it, I feel like an idiot. This evening, I went to a coffee shop and enjoyed my sadness with a medium cup of Americano (favorite all-time, bebeh). There’s this coffee shop girl—don’t know why, but I like the way she speaks. Full of confidence yet so friendly. She’s cute too. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t know her, I just want to be like her: how she manages to speak with customers without annoying them. Or maybe I should stop trying to be others and just be myself—maybe that works too.
Whatever it is, I’m thankful that my family still supports me even though I’m nothing but trouble to them all the time. I didn’t tell my mom about that missed call. Let bygone be bygone; just move. There’s another opportunity, and I believe in Allah SWT to guide me.
"What is a family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole. They were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there regardless. It wasn’t just about blood relations or shared chromosomes but something wider, bigger. We had many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect and we couldn’t expect them to be. You can’t make any of one person in your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it."
— Sarah Dessen