Dear Khaulah,
Assalaamu'alaikum wbt. How are you today? I pray to Allah that everything is well for you, Khaulah. And your mom too.
Today marks the 8th years I embraced Islam. Being the most important date in my life, more than anything else, actually I did forgot about this date a few times in years before. All of the times I forgot about it were during programs where my focus were on getting something from the programs or in making sure the program runs as smooth as it can. After all, I'm an introvert who gets tired and drained every time having to deal with other people, physically and mentally. Well, of course the extroverts won't understand this, the same like we introverts don't understand their conditions. Do 'if I can't even remember to eat, how can I remember other things' helps to explain things well?
But that can still be an excuse though. Being a Phlegmatic to the bone, I don't really get enthused about anything. Nor do I deeply saddened by anything. You can ask my Mom about it, she was the one who got irritated the most by my 'accidental' indifference. Even before becoming Muslim, I was the "if I wake up again tomorrow then its good, but one of these days I won't" type of person. Alhamdulillah, Islam did somehow changed me a bit regarding this matter. Sorry Mom, it must be worrisome raising me up ':D
Anyhoo, back to today, like my birthday, it doesn't really matter if people remember or not, let alone giving presents. But if I'm to be given a gift, being home with our family is enough. Or the bountiful one would be an hour or two of sitting near the beach, gazing at the sea and the sky while looking back and asking myself: for the past eight years, what have I done and what have I accomplished?
Though I know its not that much, its a life worth reliving.
I think.
Aaaand finally, Ramadhan will be here soon in sya Allah. So soon that it might be later this evening. I pray to Allah that we, especially myself, can take this opportunity to become closer to Him. Lets try our best, Khaulah, and do better than last year which was a bit challenging.
Yours Lovingly,
Ayah
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