post jet lag

slm alayk,

hovering over experiences of riding over planes, nothing beats the feeling of coming back home. alhamdulillah Allah ease everything. turned out feeling good when seeing familiar faces. all you have to do is straighten your niat. of coming back home for good. i remembered one experience happened to be at auckland international airport. when your handsocks and spectacles were tossed out into a dustbin. with the assumption from the cleaner that it was a rubbish with no claim from any flight passenger. well you could expect how frusfrated i were.it was the favourite dark brown handsock that i happened to save for any special event. turned out to be tossed into the bin. uhm. yeah. well. it happened. sad case. it is even sadder to know that i mourn over a small loss as compared to the palestinians. to fight over personal temptations and not the soul lost. reflecting on gaza people, i should be ashamed for that they fight for lives and not over trifles. you could not be more grateful than knowing that you are not in a qittal jihad (physical struggle).

a transition of time and place.
just like the change of season.

for Gaza. may you are granted syahid.
victory or syahid.


and for now.
i have to resist the rebellions in myself when i see the reality at my homeland. crappy dramas and never ending singing competition. oh did i mention the neglected ikhtilat and the western wannabe through clothes department in shopping complex? the reason why i prefer to stay at home few days before going out. you know, mental adjustments. now stop the rebel in your chest like you feel you want to explode.

welcoming homeland culture.
mehnah for sure.