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Nadia Cheong's blog entry posted on the 2nd of Oct 2007 was one of the most riveting blog entries i've ever read in my years blogging.

Reading through, i summoned tears of gratitude.

I actually cried reading her post. You know difficult it is to get Mira to cry? Before i even continue, i'm no stone-hearted person either. The reason why i said it's difficult for me to cry isn't due to any bilogical defficiency or psychological disorder. It's just that i have a strong sense of faith an passion for life, hence i try my level best to not shed tears for certain things in life.

But reading through her post, i fell to my knees in surrender. Not because it was a story of hers. But because it was the truth. Truth about mankind and life after death. About God and His power over us mere servants. Moreover, it was the truth about the world's most beautiful phenomenon, ISLAM.

Sometimes i wonder, how long do i have in this world and why i was born as a human being and not anything less. Why was i from a mother named Salamah and a father, Abdullah? Why was i made the eldest of two sisters and why do i evolve to become who i am today?

Why do i have certain people in my life and why was i faced with certain other challenges? The whys make an endless list yet through time, it is unanswered. But faith comes to those who believe ; it is said and i can't agree more.

Have you ever had, at any point in your life, felt like there is this voice inside of you that brings you through each day? Some kinda gut feeling or in other terms, instinct that never failed you? Where does this come from?

You know, i could sit down here on my ass and ponder on this psychological thought all my life till the next Ramadhan but i'll go nowhere but Lostville.

It is a shame that people are met with challenges each day and do not take it upon themselves to sit down and reflect on it. While others out there share good lives, fortunate enough to breeze through teenhood and early adolescent years, there are others who crawl through growing up, suffering at each stage of revolution.

Then there's the part where Satan sits on you like you BFF and he hounds you to go astray. But hell, i believe that however astray a person can be, he/she will always bow down and return to the correct path.

Looking back at the photograph of Ar-Raudah and the Holy Ka'abah i hang proudly above my headboard, i remember telling myself - never in a million years did i ever think i could come to as close as i did to God. With all the sins i drowned myself into, all the empty happiness and pretended contentment with life, i was nowhere close to being grateful or to God.
I look at the picture of Makkah Muqarramah and i remember saying to myself once that i'm not ready to visit the Holy land of God. But early this year, i believe, i was invited upon special request to visit Al-Haram and perform my pilgrimage. Because i remember that day when my mother summoned the question - "Meer, nak pergi Umrah?" - and i sat there looking at her and without a doubt, answered "Yes Ma.".

And so the journey began and now i am here.

At this point of my life again when everything would normally seem like a haze, my heightened faith in God has helped me attain a calm and peaceful stature.

I'm not pious, nor am i 100% devoted to my religion as yet, but all i am saying is.. i was once an impecible human being and with challenges in my life, i turned out to be pretty ok.

No more internal battles that i thought i'd fight on my own cos now i know, I'm never alone.

And this Ramadhan has been a subtle affair for me. As i grow closer to what i call my family and open up a new avenue of challenges. How i was able to circumvene trivial matters pertaining to my single life and not let it affect me the way it did one year ago when i was dating a scumbag.
How i've learnt to prioritise whats more important than the other and who's more important that what.

And at the end of the day, whats important to me is not knowing that i'm young and be stupid, but know that i'm young and that i'm growing older. To know that what i do and how i spend my youth will affect my golden days and that i will be questioned about it in my life hereafter.

Nothing in this world could put a frown on my face anymore, nor could it break my already mended heart again. Because now onwards, Mira wants to be on the safe side. I'm done with living my life recklessly and carelessly. I'm all up for being careful and safe, homely and warm.

It's that fuzzy feeling that greets me at the end of every tiring day, knowing that what and who i have in my life right now is all that matters. For new friendships that have yet to come, my time with them would be later.

I am grateful. Eid Mubarak ya Muslimah.

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