I just heard from my friend about certain people whose talking back about me.
First, they made such a big deal when i’m in Malaysia but not going to my old school. Teaching or visiting.
Second, they said i’m a wahhabist. What the #$%*!
I’m not feeling sad nor upset. Those people just have no knowledge about me. But they have such a big mouth and a lot of time.
And i, i’m sorry, i never thought about you all, people. Bye
I’m waiting for tomorrow, me having a house, a car, a job and a career life. Also a husband and six children. A coffee table and a library in the house.
But still, i’m scared. If i’m gonna miss my days as a student.
One day, i might lose everything that i’ve cherished most.
I might hate person that i’ve loved once.
I might leave my beloved country.
I might be a heartless woman.
Who’s going to ignore everything.
And just walking forward with no more heartbroken.
Because i think, i’ve had it enough.
Its only here, i can speak bravely, in english.
Human are fault hunters.
I’ve been exhausted with three exams in three days without any gap.
i wanna sleeppppppp+sssssss
Duktura Magda asked me one question for Fiqh Muqaran (Perbandingan hukum) oral exam,
“ما حكم قتل الرجل للمرأة؟”
I havent finish my reading. But almost reach to that chapter. Well, almost never enough, Semek said.
I looked into her eyes and replied,
She just asked me that question. Just one question.
I’ve surprised because of my act.
its okay to say the right thing.
Its okay to be honest…
Meh coffeee jom