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Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. I'm writing this entry from the comfort of my bedroom in Manchester, enjoying the 3rd day of Ramadhan 1441H amidst a pandemic lockdown. It is no doubt a totally strange experience altogether, but when Allah decrees anything to happen, it will definitely happen according to His will. Ma shaa Allah. Despite the misery of being cooped up in this humble abode, Allah still gives us enough food, peaceful days and nights to do 'ibadah, strong Internet connection, and sanity, still. This whole experience should never be likened to being detained in a prison or even in a refugee camp as we get to still enjoy the luxuries of life albeit with minor limitations. Ramadhan in lockdown means we don't get to spend our taraweeh at the masjid, have sumptuous iftaar with friends and families, or even visit bazar Ramadhan (-__-"). But hey, Ramadhan doesn't stop when all these can't happen, does it? Because Ramadhan is all about growing closer and cl

Hyde Park, London - December 2015 Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. The thought of keeping this blog updated has always been floating in my head. However, at one point, it gets stuck in the middle of nowhere and ends up staying afloat instead. The fact that I am less busy if compared to the college days can't actually be made as a motivation to keep on writing here. Therefore, I apologise. Being away from home for 5 months (like seriously?!) while simultaneously learning to become a competent adult is simply a challenge in itself. Especially for a person who's still getting to know herself by expanding the comfort zone as she suddenly gets thrown into an alien place through and through. (Okay tak lah suddenly sangat - plus memang tak thrown pun - sebab persediaan 2 tahun kat Seremban tu untuk apa pulak kan haih) We have always had this idea that our goal would be to pursue our studies abroad come hail or high water. We (or rather I) actually mentally constructed an