Back in the UK

Hey!

So I have been in the UK for a few days now. Me and my bestie (still didn't figure out a code for her yet) moved into an apartment! I love our place, it's cute and awesome :p 7amdellah we found a nice place in time.

Anyhoo so as you can probably guess we don't have internet so I have been away from the webbing world for a few days now and it's been difficult! =(

I am behind the hundreds of tv series that I watch ... ah well this is life.

And if your wondering how I am online now, well I am in the University's library, yes I am that desperate! Oh and Uni still didn;t even start so it is practically dead here, the things people do for the internet :p

Well this is a lame post I know, at least its a post la? hehehe

till the next POST which I promise will be awesome XD

feeling empty

Ah it is indeed the worst feeling ever.

What is so annoying is that I don't know what I am missing and why I am feeling this way.

So very frustrating, but that is life right?

You don't always get what you want and when you think you have it all figured out, BOOM everything comes tumbling down ...

I feel empty, but I don't know what I want, but does anyone?

3umrah

I went to do 3umrah for the first time and I got back two weeks ago. The first question people ask me was of course how it felt seeing the Ka’ba for the first time. And that got me thinking to when I asked that same question to people before I went. I always had the thought of seeing the Ka’ba as extraordinary. My mother told me she cried when she saw it, my father said that the only other time he was as happy as when he saw the Ka’ba was when he saw me the first time when I was born. So I already had this high expectation, I put the whole thought and idea of seeing it on such a high pedestal.

So what happened when I saw the Ka’ba for the first time? I was overwhelmed, my expectations were met, actually it exceeded my expectations, and it was surreal. I wanted to cry because of how happy I was, I could feel the tears burning in my eyes but I didn’t want them to flow. I didn’t want my tears to come down, I know it sounds weird when I say this but I wanted to be strong and composed so I didn’t want to cry. So I held myself and I was just smiling. And as I was walking towards the Ka’ba it was like I was the only one, I couldn’t hear the people around me or see anyone else, I was just drawn towards it, it was like a magnet pulling me and then I began to perform 3umrah.

I always heard people saying that you don’t feel tired or the strain as you perform the 6awaf around the Ka’ba and I found that to be true. It was easy and smooth and before I knew it I had finished. Another thing that I found amazing was that I remembered everyone who asked me to pray for them and what they asked for, I mean I remembered people who weren’t even that close to me, at that instant as I was going round the Ka’ba all their names and prayers were in my head and I prayed for them.

And then I finished performing everything else and went back to the hotel and fell on my bed TIRED. But oh, it was worth it. You feel this feeling like you are on cloud nine. I called it a ‘spiritual high’ and I feel it’s the best way I could describe the feeling.

I can’t wait to back their again inshallah. =)

I AM BACK!

OK so I didn't really go anywhere, well wait, I did and then I came back and then ... OK i'll start again, I went to do 3umrah! XD and it was my first time and it was amazing! I am going to dedicate a whole post to that later on. I am still on a "spiritual high" if that makes sense and more of that in time.

And then I came back! I was away for a week! And it was indeed an awesome week, but maybe a little tint teeny part of me missed my bb and laptop ... just a small bit! Don't judge me! :P

So here I am back in my hometown chilling at home, telling my parents all about my trip (I went with my brother and sister) and we are all excited cutting each other off and we talked until we ran out of energy.

I just head straight to bed, and the next day I decide to go online, cheak out what I missed from the world or the INTERNET and guess what happens, the wireless doesn't work -.-

We call the telecommunication company and even go there and for another week it still didn't work until today!

So yeah I AM BACK! and OMG so many blogs to catch up on! I didn't even realise I read that many blogs!

till the next post XD

Being different

Why do we feel shame when someones points out that we are different. Instead we must be proud, for being different sometimes gets you far. (or can send you to a mental institution)

We should always try to accept our 'different side' because with that in our hands we can go so far and accomplish so much.

If you think of successful people, what do they all have in common? They stand out.

So next time someone calls me different, eccentric or even weird, I am going to look at them with pride in me and say 'You call me that one more time and the next time you wake up you will be in an emergency room with stiches all over your body!' LOL just kidding

I am actually going to quote the amazing and talented Coco Chanel; 'In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different'

and here are a few more quotes I came across that I liked:

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not. (Andre Gide)

The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique. (Walt Disney)

You may laugh because I am different, but I laugh because you are all the same - (Anonymous)

Inspire Me

Inspire me

Change me for the better

Make me a greater person

Make me chose the road that seems difficult but has a more rewarding ending

Forgive me for my ignorance

But help me increase my intellect

Only you have that power over me

Only you can make me overcome my hurdles

So here I am waiting for you

You are my knight in shining armour, my saviour, my everything

You are the better side of me that I have lost and forgotten...

Talk about AWKWARD situation!

So here I am in a car with my mum and her friend. We are sitting waiting for my aunty to show up. And as we are waiting my mums friend opens her wallet to take something out and she sees a pic of her son, turns around and looks at me and says "Flana what do you think of my son? You could end up being my daughter in law" and she passes the wallet to me.

And there I am staring at the pictures thinking to myself what the hell am I suppose to say? And my mum's there just holding a laugh and then she quickly dismisses the situation by stating that Mohammed (my possible spouse) is too short for me.

I am there thinking 'mama you make me sound like a giant, ana wa7di I'm not even that tall, I am the shortest in my family (after my mum that is)'

Then my mum's friend goes, no he isn't short, blah blah, perfect height for me.

I'm there at the back seat thinking OMG are these people serious?

Then she turns at me and smiles, and says "so ..."

I am like, "umm, ....."

Then my aunty shows up, ooo they forget about everything! PHEW that was close! :P

I mean what could I say? "Oh your sons cute?" or "oh no, he isn't my type?" either way, it will come out weird!

In case you were wondering, yeah he was cute :$ :P