– dvaHaven –

Eight years ago (22 Jan), I delivered my firstborn. Oh! How I remembered the experience, that of which Hubs never fails to remind me of him being my punching-bag. And oh! How I remembered telling him (right there and then) and others (about a day or so) that that was the most painful womanly experience one has to endure in this miracle process called ‘birth’.

Yes, it was painful to me, at the highest degree, for I had undertaken the process without any medical aid whatsoever. So painful that I vowed (back then) not to go through it again… only to find myself right back there barely 17 months later.

See what babies (and children) can do to you?

Happy 8^th Birthday, my eldest one. You whom I love so much, I hope and pray always that God will look over you, protect you and bless your life here and after.

I have come across countless accounts of those who, after listening to Maher Zain, are deeply moved – some even converted after listening to him singing praises of God Almighty. I am sceptical; not because of the subject, but more of the fact that these I read are from the Internet, and we all know how (un)reliable such sources can be.

Whether or not it is a publicity stunt (not that MZ needs it) or some twisted rumours that have snowballed beyond imagination (but if really those accounts are true, hence why not rejoice?), or it could be that unconsciously, I am, at a corner of my mind, listen to his lyrics more carefully now, I have to admit this: my religious faith has been refreshed, renewed and re-strengthened. If before I do my obligations in a per-functionary manner, probably due to an inherent routinalised system, now I do it with a refreshed vigour. When I listen to his lyrics, my heart sings along with him. And with each syllable, it renews my love for Him, the Almighty God.

Insyaallah …

It’s the eighth day of the year – I have finally forced myself out of my obliviousness. I am now sitting down and putting my life in order. Literally, that means editing my diary and listing what’s what in – at least – January 2011. Yes, that’s a laugh for now, but hey, at least it is a START.

I’ve also resolved to be a better person. I will aim to be more optimistic, try to be more cooperative and well, I do not know if it is healthy, but if there is such a thing as building a personal wall AND yet being able to penetrate through, well, that’s what I am aiming to do.

Earlier, I went to an open house. A woman sat beside me, with her young son. Usually, and NORMALLY, I would not acknowledge such presence, but this time, I actually made an effort to turn around and initiate a conversation! I was simply sitting there and then WHAM! it came to me, DO IT! and I just did it. And it was not that difficult at all, as the woman was just as friendly as she was very pretty. In all, we spent a good half hour chatting up each other 🙂

Each time I prostrate, I ask God to grant me the strength and show me the way 🙂

I have said Goodbye to 2010, which has not been a year that I want to remember fondly. Alas, even at the end of it, there are so many that happened that I wish fervently would not, as they have increasingly enhanced the bad taste of 2010 in my mouth. Again.

Hey 2011 ..I resolve to be better this time; maybe the faults of 2010 lies in me, and not in anyone else. Each time I prostrate, I ask God to grant me the strength to face it all.

Please help me too. 😛