As Deepavali is approaching soon, I decided to join Lighting Hearts Lighting Homes last Friday as a volunteer to pack beneficiary goodies for the ones who are in need. I brought my sister to gain an experience.
As it was our first time doing this kindness charity together, we made and met quite a few (new) friends from different range of age from teachers, students from Edgefield and Temasek, SINDA and neighbors that stay around Yishun Ring Rd.
There were two different bags that we had to pack. The orange one fills with detergent, shower cream, tooth paste/brush, sardines, condensed milk, milo, cracker, muruku, cookies and vegetable oil. While the blue bag fills with spices, laddus, dosa mix, salt, sugar, onions, potoates & some other vegetables.
Took about 4 hours to pack more than 2000 bags and it was a fun work-out for me.
I have always wanted to do something good, to give back to my fellow people but work has been killing me. Some other day I have to be on set, production meeting and then go for my night shift job.
In that 4 hours, I met many great people. Little children helped around, students came down with their teachers, people from different background regardless race and religion, we all became one. This is what I call true racial harmony.
I came down not for me. I came down for God.
Right after we were done packing for the first 2 hours, Santhi (i believe so his name) surprised us with a box of ice-cream to cool ourselves down. My sister and I were like happy kids. Told her “this is our sisters bonding day“.
And I guess when you are tired, you don’t even want to eat.
Wrapped up everything at 4-4.30pm, my sister and I went back straight ahead to Yishun to grab our early dinner. It had been a beneficial Friday for both of us and we would love to do this more often in the future. Probably going to bring my mom and brother too the next time.
A year ago, I met someone who changed my whole entire life without me knowing. Despite of the trust issues I had/have, I took the risk to get to know him.
My first impressions: annoying, failed to be funny.
But he was adorable. And is still adorable.
He came into my life when I was at the peak of chasing my dream. He held my hand for the first time when he wanted to send me off to work.
We met three days straight in a row; 9th July, 10th July and 11th July. I don’t know but I thought I felt quite safe to be around him.
Fast forward a year later, I am still with the same man who stole and caught my attention. And up to this day, he still treats me with affection and love like how he first saw me.
I have never felt so happier in my life. Truth to be told, my skin is getting glower and better because of the hype and happiness that I am surrounded with. In fact, the time when I went to Mecca and prayed for a miracle, it came true. He indeed is my answered prayers.
He entertains my childish behavior, lets me eat whatever I want and never say no to where I wanna go. But he doesn’t really like to see me in white shirts.
Our love life is like Brown and Cony. He is expressionless and I on the other side, hyper active.
I am so glad Allah brought him into my life. He reminds me more of my dad… like they both have the same characteristics.
To my dear K, Thank you for never stop loving me. Thank you for always making yourself available whenever I need you. In our first year, you have seen quite a number of my emotional breakdowns moment and never once, you leave my side.
You make sure that I have everything, attention and space. You’d call me in the middle of your working timing to make sure I am okay.
I was having fun at Mayday Parade concert and you waited for me, though you felt tired and sleepy. You were there when grandpop was hospitalized. You smell extra good when you are mad at me.
I am a lucky girl. I am so lucky to have met you. My parents adore you too. And the best part is, your love for me never change. It remains the same from the first day we met.
Happy anniversary my love. May God bless us and ease our journey to be one.
I am rewriting my Umrah trip. Not because I missed a few points. Nope.
Because, I feel much more contented and better now.
My life changed ever since my Umrah journey started on December 2, 2017. I felt petrified and overwhelmed at the same time. I had so many things on my mind; like… what did I do to deserve this?
Months before the day of my departure, I gave lame excuses to my parents. It took them at least 8 months to plan ahead for everything. Or maybe more, I don’t know.
Like others, I told myself “I don’t deserve this. I am a sinner.” But Lord is Merciful, He loves his أمة (ummah). According to my ustaz, “He chooses you. He chose you for a reason. You may think someone else deserves this, but He wants you to be there for a reason.” That’s where I realized – I should be thankful.
I was surrounded with mixed feelings and emotions. I asked and told my closest friends, “What if I can’t do it? I’ve never prayed, will God forgive me? Will God give me a second chance?” & etc.
Two months beforehand, I self-studied how to pray. Started from the bottom.
I was lost in my own religion. I wanted to give up. I did not know what to do. I wandered about life a lot.
The day arrived. Friends and relatives all came down to send my mom, dad and me. We were supposed to take off at 4.35 pm but things happened. Our flight got delayed. 7 hours later, we flew off.
We reached Jeddah safely and I had butt sore from sitting in the plane and bus for more than 16 hours. We chose Afandi Travel to make this worship journey happen.
We had our stay at Leader Al-Muna Kareem Hotel in Madinah. It is 5 minutes walking distance away to Masjid Nabawi. My heart pounded real fast.
“Is this really happening? Is Nabawi really in front of me? Am I dreaming?”
When I first stepped my right foot at gate 26 Nabawi, I had tears of joy rolling out from my eyes. I was surrounded with peace, birds chirping here and there, beautiful voices from people reading the Koran and of course, beautiful windy weather.
That night, I got to visit Ar-Rawdah with my dad’s wife and her relatives. Such a wonderful place to be. They say أخضر is green, and so is Rawdah.
My days in Madinah was amazing. We got to visit Green Dome, Jabal Uhud, Masjid Quba’, Masjid Qiblatain, Shuhada’ Uhud and a few other places. But due to the cold weather, I fell sick and caught fever on my second day of ibadah.
6th December; the day where I was feeling extra nervous and excited at the same time. I was so nervous that I actually slept the whole entire journey to Mecca.
We reached Mecca almost 11 pm. Quickly had my dinner and then, my journey of hijrah began.
Unbelievable. Astonished. Indescribable.
Those were the words that I had in my mind when I saw Kaabah.
My heart pounded real fast that I thought I was gonna get asthma attack. I cried while tawaf. I couldn’t believe the big black box in front of me is Kaabah.
Tears of joy, tears of forgiveness.
I hugged my mom so tight. I couldn’t express or tell how sinful I was back then. I wondered why was I been given a second chance?
26 years (2017) of living, I finally found myself. God is real and so is everything on this earth. I felt so peaceful and my mind was as clear as the ocean.
For all this time, I have always asked God to lead me to the right path, show some guidance though I didn’t sujud at Him before my Umrah journey.
And He did.
I was so excited to perform my prayers at Al-Haram Mosque. Mom and I did our prayers at Tower 2 (if I’m not mistaken). And usually after Isyak, we would hang out at Zam Zam to either eat supper or just walk around.
Indeed, God is real and He is Merciful. I was prepared for new changes but I did not expect it to happen real quick.
When I was at Tower 2, I kinda challenged God. Within minutes, I gotten my answers. Like I said, I was prepared but did not expect it to happen real quick.
I accepted my fate.
But at least I got my parents back. We’re back as one.
My journey in Mecca didn’t end there. We visited Jabal Rahmah and Mount Arafat too!
I actually prayed for my love life at Jabal Rahmah hehehe.
When I was there, I knew I had to leave my past behind and start a fresh. Slowly but surely.
Before we end our journey, we went back for tawaf wada’ and this time around, I wish don’t have to go back home. A part of me just wanna live in Mecca because it is so peaceful there.
And you know what’s more incredible besides this whole journey? Right after I landed back in Singapore, I wasn’t feeling sick anymore. My cough and fever disappeared.
And my life has changed ever since then. My appearance may have changed but my personality remains the same.
I am like a reborn child; that my new journey starts at the age of 27.
As I slowly crawling searching for answers, I too, never stop looking for Him.
And as days go by, minutes turn to hours; many things have been happening to me lately; which I will break them all soon enough. (I just need to find more time to blog!)
I can never thank God for giving me a second chance to breathe. And also for making a few of the things I prayed before, came true.