United Kingdom in a month

Two ducks by the lake at Dunham Massey Deer Park, October 2015

Visiting classmates in York, October 2015

At Clifford's Tower with Aini, York, October 2015

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

Today is 14th October 2015 and it marks one month of us living here in the UK. Today is also the first of the Muharram 1437H, the new year according to our Islamic calendar.

I reckon this as a beautiful coincidence that during the early of Muharram we are here living a new life with a fresh new spirit. 

The previous entry was solely about how dreadful it is that homesickness makes me feel so lousy but alhamdulillah that feeling is slowly fading away. But I still have dreams of going back home though, enjoying my sunny days with my loved ones in Malaysia. I guess I miss home so much. 

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York

We went to York last Saturday, trying to escape the busy-ness of our beloved city of Manchester and indulging ourselves with the natural beauty of Yorkshire. It was indeed a great (short) trip because I got to see my classmates too yeayy! Seeing those familiar faces somehow brings tranquility within me because deep inside, I know that I'm not alone in this journey for I have my friends struggling in the same route to success, insyaAllah. 

It was worth a day albeit having to rush to different places in just a day. Phewh, man! It was tiring!

But alhamdulillah, we had the chance to take a break from the loudness of Manchester for a little while.

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Dunham Massey Deer Park

We were invited by a few kakak(s) living nearby to join them for a picnic at a park in Altrincham, last Sunday. So we went there with hearts full of adventurous thoughts, determined to fill our tummies with good food and also to enjoy beautiful scenery. 

It turned out bad that there were sooo many parents bringing their small children to the park on that lovely Sunday. I had to actually suffer a feeling of great longing upon seeing their cute little feet jumping around with their rosy cheeks. 

Hasif, the one whom I dearly miss.

I actually cried when I saw those kids playing with their parents. They remind me so much of Hasif as they share the same enthusiasm that I have not seen since I last saw my little brother. Talking about emotional turbulence huh? 

Maybe family parks are just not for me to go to, I guess? Their happiness sickens me that I envy them for the love that they get to share with each other without having to worry about any separation that may kill their wonderful weekend. 

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Back to reality now, Amalina!