HIDE AND SEEK

Note : This photo was taken somewhere in Hampstead Heath. Autumn, London, 2014

While the others Muslimah preserve their tongue..

I always hurt people heart with my words

While others Muslimah keep learn to perfect the beauties of heart and attitude..

I’m drowning to perfect my physical and face beuty..

While others Muslimah feel happy to fasting (Sunnah)..

I always prefer to make my stomach full..

While others Muslimah easily wakeup in the one third of night to worship (tahjud) for Him..

I choose to keep close my eyes and stay in my bed inside my comfortable comforter..

While others Muslimah SEEK for Him with solah (sunah) and zikr..

I choose to HIDE from Him under the duniawi matter..

THE HOPE

NOTE: This photo was taken somewhere in my beloved university “Brunel University”, Autumn, London, 2014

I am not noble as Khadijah..I am not piety as Aisyah..I am not tough as Fatimah..I am not strong as Hajar..I am not determine as Sumaiyah..I am not brave as Ummu Salamah..I am not great as Rabiah..I am not even close to those notable womens..I am only the end times women who desire and aspire to be PIOUS..ameen..

THE BLESSING

Note : This picture was taken somewhere in Hampstead Heath. Autumn, London, 2014

Sometimes the blessing from Allah are not in what He give but in what he takes away because He knows the best..

THE GOLDEN FALL

NOTE: This photo was taken somewhere in my beloved university “Brunel University”, Autumn, London, 2014

When I FALL in love with my GOLDEN OCTOBER..the one and only GOLD LEAVES that beat the spring and summer..I'm the most richest person in the whole world..

THE MOMENT

Note: This photo was taken in Warsaw, Poland (spring backpackers, March 2014)

Sometime the most perfect moment is fiscally empty and silent but filled with feelings..

At this moment at this place the picture was taken..is not taken empty but with the feeling of grateful and full of happiness..

Grateful with the greatest gift from Allah s.wt and the best journey of my life..

Therefore is ok to look plain..to be with no one.. and to have nothing but empty..

THE COLD ROAD

Note:This photo was taken somewhere in Hampstead Heath road. Autumn, London, 2014

I walked these road so long..no left and no right...

sometime my feet stop with the deep of street jokes..sometime the tears of cloud shower me but I never stop..

sometime the sunny walked with me but I felt so cold..sometime the moon walked with me but I felt so hot..

sometime I walked so fast but my heart beat so slow..sometime I walked so slow but my heart beat so fast.. sometime the beat of cold road sing along with my loneliness..

sometime the road is so dark that make my shadow run from me..sometime the road is too light that make me dazzled..

so I tried to walk properly and perfectly..not too fast not too slow not too laud not too quite but the road is still cold..

I am still walking while the road colors changing to hot green, golden fall, white cold and pink..

because of Him..because of Him I will keep walking to the endless road until He stop me..stop at the road that I know the name but not the road and I hope my stop is my aspire destination..inshaAllah..