By I, I mean this blog - obviously, it can't be me.
I started this blog with a few aims set:
My intentions are clear and simple: to spend moments to pause and reflect on
And today, my blog has changed into something very morbid and sorrowful. I never really planned it to be this way. I never wanted to be ‘known’ publicly. Neither did I want to write personal matters. However, I believe that things happen for a reason and if all these have changed for a good cause, then be it.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to share the little experiences I have with those who are willing to spare some time to reflect.
For the past week, since my inlaws went home, I have been spending my time reading and reflecting on my reading. On one end, there are books like The Holy Quran, The Quran Translation and several religious books in Malay. On the other end, there were two of Jodi Picoult's (Perfect Match and The Pact) and two more of Tony Parson's (The Family Way and Stories We Could Tell). Yeah, I know... all the novels evolve around the same theme: love.
Upon reflection, one lesson learnt for the past week is this: believing that Allah loves us to no end will certainly help you live for the day after.