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Seriously.. I'm so nervous and excited.. and happy.. and worry.. and excited again.. and nervous again.. Such a mix-feelings that I couldn't describe... I guess, everyone could tell what it is.. yeahh.. it's about Ramadhan..

Owh..like a princess waiting for her knight in charming armour... yaa.. so nervousss...

Ramadhan..ramadhan..ramadhan... really miss it.. and I love ramadhan here.. It's weird.. I'm in a foreign land where the majority are not muslims and they won't be fasting... but I do love ramadhan here.. It's not that my Ramadhan in Malaysia was bad anyway.. of course it's lovely.. expecially to be with my family.. to pray at Al-Qayyim.. it's great..

but here.. in Melbourne.. it's different...it's just different...

it's the thing at heart..

the steadfastness.. it makes a whole lot of differences... being aware of so many temptations around.. it makes one strives harder than never...

and

ramadhan nights here are the greatest nights I ever experienced in my whole life so far.. I love praying tarawikh here.. eventhough in a small little room in RMIT (since our prayer room was taken back by the school).. sometimes it's really packed.. but again...

it's the thing at heart....

ICV is another great place to pray tarawikh.. the Imam.. mashaAllah.. eventhough I couldn't really understand all the ayahs since my arabic is very very very basic and poor.. but.. his voice..his rythm.. it touches heart at the deepest...

it's the thing at heart....

latenights.. just in my little bedroom.. underneath the moon shadow that penetrates through the window... it's just feel different...

it's the thing at heart....

food! .. hahaa.. yes.. of course its very exciting to break fast here.. one night with arabs delicacies, next with indian's briayani, next.. the next in turkish mosque with.. turkish food whatever it's called.. a list of iftar invitations to fulfill... sound superb, right? but it's not just about food.. it's about the ukhwah.. it's about meeting other muslims that we might never had a chance to meet in other month.. it's about mingling.. sharing meals.. and feeling united..

it's the thing at heart...

I could never be able to describe it... never... it's the thing that u feel.. then u know...

Just one more day to wait... Allahumma balighna Ramadhan... May this coming Ramdhan will be the best Ramadhan for me.. as I know not.. that it might be my last....



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