Faidah surat yasin full#
I was happy and sad at the same time until I was confused which one I should do first: crying or laughing? The Muslimah Sinau big event, “A Day Full of Inspiration” has to be cancelled because some complicated reasons – BUT I got a call from a respective person who really interested in the event. The first week in 2019 for me was SUPER busy. Hopefully it will not be abandoned like the Ubud Journal. That’s why I will tie myself to my laptop every Monday evening to present you a ‘report’ of one last week in my life. So I realized I need to ‘warm myself up’ and read more books before I could begin another writing project. However, those are for personal purpose, as some writings are too sad or too silly to be published. I am still journaling and I try to make time every two days even just one A5 page.
Faidah surat yasin how to#
I need to provide around 15 writings so that we will have 30 chapters, but… I don’t know how to start writing. It only got real as I reopened the folder of “Antologi Ramadan 2019” and I lost my sense. For reading, which is the fuel of writing, I read a lot less than in previous years (not that I really record the number of books I read along the year, though). I have to admit that since mid last year, I don’t spend enough time to write properly. Today is the first Monday in 2019 and the idea of posting Monday Journal just crossed my mind. However, as I read Yaasiin three times last week, these verses stuck in my head: Suddenly Ubud is no longer important as all I want is snuggling on my bed and doing nothing. I don’t understand which thing that influence more – is it because I am currently sick (flu + sore throat + inflammation + cough) or because I am psychologically discomfort. Things are slipped from my hands, and I didn’t know what to expect anymore. Seven days passed quickly and this whole experience was indeed make me feel grateful regarding some little things that I used to complain about but then I lost the sense of what really matters.
Even worse, I didn’t want to cry in front of Qowi so I endured those emotional feeling along the days.
Unfortunately, I hardly concentrated with the event on Sunday as I felt ache all over my body. MasyaAllah, I could only praise Allah all over the way because He made it possible. I know I said that the event got cancelled but because of some considerations I think it HAS to be realized. Rode Majapahit train were one of the worst decisions in my life, 16 hours on the train for God sake!!! Once I arrived in Jakarta, I took a nap for an hour, rushed to check the event venue, then went to Qowi’ house for pengajian. I went to Jakarta on Wednesday, January 9, with two plans: accompanying Qowi and holding “A Day Full of Inspiration”. Then Allah hits me hard by turning my life upside down for the last two weeks. I, being a person who is freak with preparation and certainty, whispered, “But we can always plan”. Some weeks ago, a friend of mine said, “We never know what’s going to happen tomorrow”.
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