Storm from Yesterday

Hi.

It's already late & i am still awake. Was doing my work (replying whatsApps from customers plus making orders for them at elsajida.com) & and i think i need a rest.

I am quite sure that there are not much audience for this blog. But i still wanna write anyway, coz sometimes, I write for myself. For my future self. :)

I just wanna write here how much I can't still let go of the memories I had during my degree. The nostalgic feeling resides in my heart till today. There's a very dear place for it & i don't plan to get rid of it though most of the times, it hurts to look back.

I wonder why degree days are the phase i like most so far. Perhaps because at that time, i only need to think about myself, myself & myself. Nothing to be worried regarding money or establishing business legacy which is surely super duper tough. Those were the days where the things that matter to me are family, exams & friendship. Okay, don't let me start writing about friendship thingy, or else I won't sleep tonight.

I just realised something; the best days of our lives aren't the days where we have a lot of money with us, it's when we have less thing to be worried about. Gahhh how i miss my life in iium.

Till then, good night. :')

Nostalgically

Bismillah.

Alhamdulillah. A very beautiful and nostalgic day, it was.

Went to IIUM.
Spent a few hours there.
Met new and familiar faces.
Talked to strangers.
Chit chatted with old friends.
Listened to kuliah.
An absolutely exquisite hours of the day.

Honestly IIUM is the biggest piece of yesterday that still haunts me, day and night. Not in a bad way, instead it always leave me smiling and sometimes in tears, but tears that I can't describe the reason behind it, yet I am sure that the rolling pearls on my cheeks aren't because of sadness. Or maybe I can simply say, it's a longing. Longing for the past to happen again, even for a few hours, just to give the heart a nice feeling for a while. Ahh, reminiscing the past is indeed one of my best ability. ;)

Having a chance to make an existence in IIUM during night hours somehow gives me an extra nostalgic feeling. Walking down the memory lanes, whilst the soul is flying back to the places it has been to, kinda torturing the heart. Those are the places that had witnessed my hardships, my happiness, my struggles, my laughter, my devastation, my sadness, my bad days, my sweetest memory, and everything I had been through for three years.

No, this is not my first "homecoming" to IIUM after graduation. In fact, I always come here depends on the need. But still, the feeling of longing for yesterday is strongly sealed in the heart. Because I finally realized that, it's not the place that I really miss, it's the moments. Moments that will never ever return no matter how hard I try to complete all the little puzzles of those years. Even if I pursue my master here, it will never ever be the same as those few years back. It will definitely give me a new days with new adventures which are totally different from before.

Well, I think I need to stop ranting here. Coz it's already late and I have to go to sleep first. Or else I can't stop telling you about each and every part of the things about my university life that I really missed.

Just so you know, that IIUM is indeed an important part of me. And it contributes a lot to what I am today. May Allah bless all the people that had taught me a lot about life and relationships. Thank you Allah for making IIUM a part of my journey.

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