In the name of Allah the Most Merciful and Most Compassionate.

Bismillah. Bismillah. Bismillah. Minggu ini ada minggu paling rapuh, the most fragile week, the most PMS week so far. Allahuakbar.

Macam semua benda datang satu masa and the only thing I felt is overwhelmed by everything. And it is unpleasant and nasty. In the end, I just want to curl up into a ball and put a blanket on the top of my head, pretending I am somewhere far and dark and nobody can find me

"A slave of Allah. Loads of room for improvement. Long way to go. Lillahi taala."

Something a friend of mine posted on Twitter. Short sentence with loads of meaning. And sometimes, I was wondering, where am I now. What am I doing with my life? Am I doing any better then before? Am I getting better at being Allah's slave? Or am I getting worse? Will I be able to die on Friday? With signs of a good slave of Him crave upon my face? Will I? Or will I not?