Selamat Menyambut Maal Hijrah 1429.

I only received 2 smses yesterday wishing me on the coming of New Year Hijrah 1429. Compared to the loads I got on the 1st January 2008. So, that’s our culture. Sad, but true…

I was invited to the celebration Di Ambang Hijrah in the nearby masjid ‘biru’. Actually, it was my turn to attend the function. I had asked my staff to prepare the event schedule so that there is one rep from our office present at every event. Just to show off our faces. Just to eliminate any talks that sting in my ears about PROs not around for the events.

But at the last hour, I received a phonecall saying that the big guy will not be attending the event. So, my staff ask my permission not to attend it as well. So, he wanted to go just to cover the event. My conscience is telling me that I should go regardless. I said, it’s up to him. But, I still went.

I arrived when the ceramah is already halfway. Then we read Surah Yassin, the Do’as Akhir Tahun and Awal Tahun. I felt relieved. I think it’s a good way to start the new year.

I have really high hopes for the future. I have plans to change my life. It would be my ‘hijrah’. But I’ve yet to really ask for others’ opinions. Others who matter…

I’m tired. I’m tired of all the pretends, the culture and the fantasy they’re living in. I’m almost giving up on them. If they don’t wanna change, then it’s up to them. But I believe that it’s better for me to contribute my effort and energy elsewhere…

I’m already in my 3rd trimester. Wow..time flies. 9 months is not such a long time afterall. Last nite after I went back from masjid, I was flat. Slept so soundly until my leg crammed some time near morning. And continued sleeping after prayers. Maam has done all the house chores by the time I woke up. *sigh* I want to start living on our own…