.: 总是熟视无睹 :.

When ignorance is a bliss.

The piggy back ride in Maher Zain's Insha'Allah MV made me remember something which I've forgotten for a very long time.

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Whenever dad prays, I will quietly watch him from a distance. One day dad asked whether I wanted to pray with him. I didn't know what praying was. All I knew was he was reciting things in a language I couldn't understand.

Me :: I can't. I don't know what you read when you're praying.
Dad :: You don't have to read anything. Just follow me. That is good enough. :)

Dad spread a prayer mat next to his and began praying. I tried to follow his movements, and when I couldn't see clearly, I will edge closer to him to the point that I was almost touching him. I was still a child; a highly inquisitive child for that matter.

That night mum reprimanded me. Dad overheard and he spoke calmly to mum in their room. Although it happened a long time ago, and I knew I wasn't supposed to listen to their conversation, I briefly heard dad saying;

I asked her to pray with me. If anybody needs reprimanding, it is me. Reprimand me for doing my duty as a dad who is trying to guide his daughter towards God.

My parents are home. :)

10.14am Malaysian Time

.: Quiver me not :.

Shelling it out.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

Franz Kafka

One at a time.

4.52pm Malaysian Time

.: Wilted views :.

Weightless thoughts.

Last Saturday, a group of friends and I went to Ipoh to attend a gathering. It was my first time attending and I didn't know what to expect. Even while I was in the car sandwiched in between 2 breathtakingly beautiful ladies, I was still in a clueless state. It was only when everybody had broken the ice that I managed to grasp the gist of our gathering.

Usually I am very cautious and selective when participating in any gatherings with an Islamic theme. But I still took my chances on this one. :)

Alhamdulillah the gathering went quite well. As a born muslimah who had once upon a time taken Islam for granted, I guess I can never get tired of listening to revert stories of any kind. I'm sure everybody has a revert story of their own, and every story has a significant impact and wisdom. I won't blog much as many others have blogged about it.

Please click on the links:

• Life of a Reverted Muslim - Malaysia Reverted Muslim Gathering @ Ipoh 8 Jan 2011
• Another Chinese Muallaf - Reviews on Malaysia Reverted Muslim Gathering @ Ipoh 8 Jan 2011

All I have to say is we may have had our differences, however through a healthy change of views I believe one can learn to reflect and better oneself. A short reminder when the going gets tough:

Regardless of the situation, keep an open mind. Couple that with sincere, relentless efforts. Also pray and beseech to our Lord for his guidance, strength and protection. Constantly remember He is with us at all times and that He shall provide what He decides is best for us based on His terms. Lastly, believe that things shall eventually fall into place. Insha'Allah. :)

On that day every individual may come as strangers, but at the end of the day we went back as brothers and sisters.

Alhamdulillah. :)

9.12pm Malaysian Time

.: Cascading frames :.

Marking the end of hibernation mode.

Kindly accept my apologies for the sudden disappearance. After taking a month-long hiatus to focus more on my offline life *yes, I do have a real life ... :)*, I decided to return to the public blogging sphere, and juggle both lives again. It will be a while till I regain my writing muse, hence please do not expect much from me. However I shall attempt to post frequently, Insha'Allah. :)

Have a blessed week everyone!

3.54pm Malaysian Time