Friday, December 25, 2015


Last two weeks are weeks full occupied with me commuting home-masjid-home. Now I'm entitled as an ustazah mengaji of my neighbourhood. Well. At least to the masjid community. I'm not sure what impression should I give to that. However it is, it feels great to have my plates full of things that are enjoyable for me to devour. Things that I'm happy to do. And willing to. 

The masjid conducted kem tahfiz, kem smart solat, kem smart hafazan. You name it. At a first glance it seemed like opening a kindergarten and after hours passed it felt like being a primary school teacher. The next moment is me talking in front with pictures from Jordan and Mesir, telling educational stories about prophets and sahabats. How cool am I right? Haha. 

There was this one night the kids were tasked to perform any kind of performances they felt confident to do. So, a group of kids ranged 5-6 years decided to sing the song they've performed during their kindergarten graduation day. How cute. The cuteness is beyond words can describe. I just let them to, and assigned a friend to supervise their rehearsal. I've got my hands full of checklists that night so I couldnt get my focus straight to watch them practising. 

Was a bit trailed off of a situational awareness, my off-of-the-zone moment was crushed by a kid humming the famous Frozen song; Let It Go. Suddenly the atmosphere conspired to let me drifted by the lyrics that never caught my attention before. Let alone what the song has to entail for us (me, at that moment) 

It's funny how some distance
Makes everything seems small
The fears that once controlled me
Cant get to me at all

It's time to see what I can do
To test the limit and break through

Let it go, let it go
You'll never see me cry
Here I stand, and here I'll stay

I'm never going back
The past is in the past

Let it go, let it go..

Funny right?
How a 5 y/o kid can get me so emotionally invested into her (maybe) subconsciously singing. Some of the lyrics intertwined well with the story that once happened on this date, a year ago. 

I've let it go.
But to remember the date is to keep my mind sounds of the anger that once controlled me. Perfect. 

Thank you Alisha and Amni. Good luck entering darjah 1 :)