Assalamualaikum w.b.t. π Salam Ramadhan to all of you. ('all' seem so many readers ππ since i know how many people read my blog. π more info, read the latest entry! π) so it's 3: 46 AM (now i just wait for Sahoor π). everyone is sleepin. and i don't know how long can papa's/rania's phone hotspot can hold on.. (the battery drains very fast.) i don't have any credits in my phone since this year i have a big examination.
so i take this FREE time to improve, change myself. i watched videos about hijabs, language,. from there i watched the attitude, behaviour, how's they react , etc. being honest, i still cannot found what i seek. i mean i do found it but it is just not enough. π then my brain told me that my hand writing is ugly. well to be a great muslimah, a leader, we should have a beautiful hand writing.
this made me remember something.. when i told my friend, Maryam that my hand writing is super duper ugly and i mean it's beautiful. -well it all begin when my English teacher, Sir Irfan marked our English paper. He told us about our mistakes and ya ya ya the answers and he talked about our hand writing. He said that the most beautiful one was ( everybody knows that iffah has the most beautiful hand writing. π) Iffah. and we were smile and yah. ππππππππ
then i asked him about mine ; " Sir, how about my writing? ππ Mine is beautiful too πππ " he replied; " Raihana.. um. Sir tengok dekat bahagian karangan.......... " " Eh, tu sebab dah tak sempatttt... saya terpaksa buat laju2. yang belakang tu mmg saya tak nafikan.. buruk. π π "
ok and he started to pertikaikan yang kenapa x de masa? kenapa tak sempat and itulah inilah. π ok. so that time i was like okey... really.. it's true. my writing is ugly. and i tried to write and write and write many times. (but it became uglier, uglier and uglier). and okey.
*not my writing just copied from google*
so continue yang tadi, i said to Maryam that my hand writing is ugly. and she simply replied " It's fine. your hand-writing is who you are. " and i be like : πππππππππ and that time i realised that.. everything that is from us like the way we write, we talk, we walk, laugh, we sit and everything we do is our identity. π
from this, we learn to love ourselves because we're different and we love it! π it's who WE ARE.
wallahuaklam. π
p/s: like what i told y'all that this blog represent my diary so i can just write anything here. well it's been like 1000 years ago, i was planning to write about my Ramadhan Routine. ππΉ maybe next?
so i take this FREE time to improve, change myself. i watched videos about hijabs, language,. from there i watched the attitude, behaviour, how's they react , etc. being honest, i still cannot found what i seek. i mean i do found it but it is just not enough. π then my brain told me that my hand writing is ugly. well to be a great muslimah, a leader, we should have a beautiful hand writing.
this made me remember something.. when i told my friend, Maryam that my hand writing is super duper ugly and i mean it's beautiful. -well it all begin when my English teacher, Sir Irfan marked our English paper. He told us about our mistakes and ya ya ya the answers and he talked about our hand writing. He said that the most beautiful one was ( everybody knows that iffah has the most beautiful hand writing. π) Iffah. and we were smile and yah. ππππππππ
then i asked him about mine ; " Sir, how about my writing? ππ Mine is beautiful too πππ " he replied; " Raihana.. um. Sir tengok dekat bahagian karangan.......... " " Eh, tu sebab dah tak sempatttt... saya terpaksa buat laju2. yang belakang tu mmg saya tak nafikan.. buruk. π π "
ok and he started to pertikaikan yang kenapa x de masa? kenapa tak sempat and itulah inilah. π ok. so that time i was like okey... really.. it's true. my writing is ugly. and i tried to write and write and write many times. (but it became uglier, uglier and uglier). and okey.
*not my writing just copied from google*
so continue yang tadi, i said to Maryam that my hand writing is ugly. and she simply replied " It's fine. your hand-writing is who you are. " and i be like : πππππππππ and that time i realised that.. everything that is from us like the way we write, we talk, we walk, laugh, we sit and everything we do is our identity. π
from this, we learn to love ourselves because we're different and we love it! π it's who WE ARE.
wallahuaklam. π
p/s: like what i told y'all that this blog represent my diary so i can just write anything here. well it's been like 1000 years ago, i was planning to write about my Ramadhan Routine. ππΉ maybe next?
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