It's Been While

Tuesday, 09.Sept.2008.

It's been a while since my last post.
I've been extremely busy these last couple of weeks.

Been really enjoying my time working in my new role at IBM.
I spent my 1st two weeks solely one training. Which is great, really.
Then, on my 2nd week, start jumping into the real thing.
Really steep learning curve. I'm still learning right now. It is an on-going process.
Insha Allah, all will be well.

With Ramadhan too, it's been hectic.
Everynight, my mate will pick me up at 7pm, then we drive down to Jeffcott St Mosque in the City, and perform Taraweh prayer there.
Alhamdulillah, the imam is a hafeedz. So, we pray taraweh 1 juz a night.
I'm still amazed by any hafeedz/hafeedzah, i.e. those who are given the ability by Allah to memorize Al-Quran.
Can you imagine some very blessed people able to memorize 114 Surah, 30 Juz/Chapters, 700 odds pages (back-and-front// thus, that'll be around 1400 single side page).
Man, I even struggle to memorize shorter surahs ...
I envy them. In a good way of course ... :)


I've also been enjoying my time with Ranie and Shaafazka. We both really enjoy our time, seeing Shaafazka's development till now.
Last Sunday we went to visit Aiq and Ajeng; she gave birth to a healthy lil boy. 3.3kg by the time we went to her place. We couldn't believe that Shaafazka's 5 months ago was about that size too ... very tiny ... :)

You can't win racing against (or with) time.
Time will always roll on. Whether you like it or not. You can't fast forward it. You can't rewind it. You can't pause it.

Even if you really want too.

Both myself and Ranie at times wish we can go back to 5 months ago, and re-live the moments, trying to fix some lil mishaps here and there. But we can't.
Or, really wish to see, who Shaafazka will resemble the most when she's 18. But we can't.
Or, I personally wish, that I can turn back the time, and re-live the moments 15-20 years ago, when I still live with my parents. Trying to correct the error that I've made along the way. Try not to shout back at them. Try to have a good quality time with them. Hold and hug them more. Or simply dont run away from them when they try to hold my hand when I was a kid.
Or, going long way back when I was still a newborn. Wanting to find out how I lived, and how I was loved, and raised .. see it from their eyes ... as I see myself now, seeing Shaafazka grows infront of my eyes.

I can't win against time. I can't un-wind the past time.
I can't fast forward the time, to see where I'll be tomorrow, the next year, or the next 10 years.
To see where my parents will be.

I can't win.
Even if I want to fight it hard to win it.


But there's always good hopes for the future.

Hopefully, I can live today ... to make the future dream come true.



Insha Allah.


Wassalaam
Sidqie