Diberkati

Today marks the 18th Ramadan. It also means that muslims all around the world have been fasting for 18 days.

My oh my how time goes so fast. This year Ramadan is like no other Ramadan in my life. For the first time in years, I actually got to spend the first few days of Ramadan with my Mami and Papi (Alhamdullilah), and I had a chance of breaking my fast with my really close friends, who are more like a family to me. We broke our fasts together almost every week.

Ramadan this year have taught me alot of things.

1. I've learned to be blessed with own life. I mean I'm blessed on everything I have right now.
2. After 6 years of being an early childhood educator, I've finally came to realise to why I have passion towards heaven's angels.
3. I learned the true meaning of friendship and the true meaning of family.
4. Most importantly I've learned not to waste food.

Why I gave out these pointers, as a lesson I learned through out this holy month? Well the Almighty have made me opened my eyes, and realised that my life is far greater than than I thought.

A colleague/friend interviewed a girl in her late teens recently. She applied for a job at my workplace. And apparently her family is going through a rough time, her father lost his job, her mum is a homemaker, she is a high school drop out. Her family is currently depending on her grandma to survive.

Any who's hearing her story has made me realise that my life is blessed. I'm blessed to be living in a warm house. I'm blessed to have a sturdy job. I'm blessed to have a house that is fully furnished. I'm blessed to be eating good food everyday. I'm blessed to be surrounded by great friends. Amin!

This holy month, is month of giving. So my boss has assigned us teachers, to go hunting around K.L and search for a home or an institute that is in dire need of help. So like last year, I chose Rumah Nur Salam, or now the name has changed to Yayasan Salam.

This center basically caters, to "anak-anak lorong","stateless children", "anak-anak yatim"and the list goes on.

My colleagues and I have prepped 50 cleanliness bags and 50 duit raya packets for these innocent souls. I called up the center and they told me, that they're only be expecting less that 5o children. I was disappointed. So I prayed to God many many times, and so that my sincere intentions to make these 50 kids happy to come true. I didn't want less than 50, I didn't want more. I just wanted 50. So I kept praying.

And Alhamdulillah, I was happy. God had answer my prayers. 50 angels turned up at the center, to receive their goody bags. I was happy. I wanted to jump for rejoice. But I retained myself. Seeing these happy children being happy was more than enough for me. I wanted to cry for happiness. But I didn't I held myself back. That very day, I realised why I love children. I love them because I love to see them happy. I love their innocence and their honesty. I just love their presence. I love kids as a whole.

Besides being charitable this year, I've made an effort with my friends, to break our fast together. My colleagues are not just my colleagues. They're my friends. They're also like my family. Hehehe
I felt that this month have brought us closer together as friends and family.

Less than 10 more days, and this holy month will be over. I'm sad to see it leave. I hope and pray I'll get to see it again next year, insyaAllah.