<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962</id><updated>2026-09-08T00:28:31.628+08:00</updated><category term="Life"/><category term="Kids"/><category term="WAHM"/><category term="Whatever"/><category term="A new beginning"/><category term="Kids development"/><category term="Mom story"/><category term="Stress"/><category term="holidays"/><category term="illness"/><category term="parent syndrome"/><category term="Baking"/><category term="Dream"/><category term="Festive"/><category term="Kids discipline"/><category term="My favorite recipe"/><category term="Tools"/><title type='text'>Dancing in the rain : A mom&#39;s journal</title><subtitle type='html'>A beautiful lifetime journey one can never resist.&#xa;&#xa;Life is not just about surviving the storm, it is a lot more about how to dance in the rain....&#xa;&#xa;Come..let&#39;s dance in the rain with me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-4769499739981221550</id><published>2026-08-17T22:11:07.651+08:00</published><updated>2026-08-17T22:11:07.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of first loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I recently had a nice drive along the highway listening to good songs. And suddenly I remembered the some k-dramas that I&#39;ve been watching. A lot of stories of how they met their first love again and how they never moved on their first loves. Aww come on! Get a life. as much as I watched all of these dramas.. I know for sure it&#39;s just a drama and almost never happened in real life. It&#39;s just for the good feel.. the romance part of it. So cliche..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;And suddenly I remember of my first love. Yes it was really a good feeling.. you were young, and trying to have that good feeling everybody is experiencing. Yes.. you should at least feel the feeling once in a lifetime. You must go through the good feel of first love and you MUST also feel the pain of a broken heart. Yes I told everyone that is THE thing that you have to go through in life, the painful feeling of being broken, betrayed and lonely. At least you will get up stronger and teach you a lesson or two about yourself, your heart. About other people as well. About what and how you perceive life and how you will move on. And NO, you shouldn&#39;t go back to your first love. Move ON! There are so many more people out there who surely can love you more. UNLESS God has already determined that he/she is yours in the beginning. Other than that, don&#39;t dwell on it&amp;nbsp; too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I for one, will not ever go back to my first love. Yes it was so sweet, the best thing that ever happened in my life, the sweetest moment ever on earth. But that was THEN. Past tense. Do I want to taste this sweetness again? NO. It&#39;s over and that&#39;s that. And I kind of glad it was over. No matter &#39;unsweet&#39; and lack of love it seems of my current situation, God has planned it this way and I accept it. And I will live my life around it and make the best of it. I&#39;ve had my time and Alhamdulillah I went through all of it, gracefully.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;So yeah,, what&#39;s the huha about first loves? Ahaksss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4769499739981221550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/4769499739981221550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/4769499739981221550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/4769499739981221550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2026/08/of-first-loves.html' title='Of first loves'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-4386204501252787775</id><published>2026-06-18T15:28:32.106+08:00</published><updated>2026-06-18T15:28:32.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Year Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;It looks like this page have almost been infested by spider web..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I chance upon this page today and feel the need to say something. I read my previous post and couldn&#39;t even remember what was the &#39;bad&#39; thing that happened in 2025 that prompted me to write as such! Sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s already mid of 2026 (BIG sighhhhhhh). Life has been pretty busy with too many things. I wish I could remember but apparently not. I&#39;m just thankful that I am still healthy and able to write this post. My biggest fear is that I am not able to write at all, anywhere. I am ever ever so grateful, so blessed to be able to write. Though I feel that my ability to remember things is declining, at least I am still able to do things, routinely or non-routine. Alhamdulillah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;My only wish for now is that I am capable to live just as I was before, physically, emotionally, mentally. No I am not sick or anything, Alhamdulillah. But I can feel age is taking a toll on me even though I&#39;m not that near of the failing, and ailing age. I am not complaining but yeah.. just wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;May Allah grant me a healthy body and mind for the rest of the year and for many many more years to come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4386204501252787775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/4386204501252787775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/4386204501252787775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/4386204501252787775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2026/06/mid-year-review.html' title='Mid Year Review'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-5160574318973254633</id><published>2026-01-06T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2026-01-06T11:04:02.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2026 Please be kind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I wanted to beat myself and write before the new year came. I lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I have no energy, passion nor patience to write at the end of the year. Alhamdulillah this time Allah moved me to write.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I wanted to write about my achievement, my failure, my joy, my frustration (this one weighs the most)... but maybe not.. it&#39;s too cliche huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve had my fair share of achievement and joy in 2025. I had a colorful year, too many events that made the year passed by in a breeze. I have to look back because I want to remember everything but my brain storage has come to the brim and some memories simply slipped out. Many times I wish I remember especially those joyful moment, but who are we to ask. We are driven by Him.. we will remember if He lets us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;But I remember my frustrations too. It is mostly emotions that left a scar in my heart. And to think of it the scar that has been there for a long time but it always resurface and bleed again, no matter how much I try to heal it. Sometimes it&#39;s not even painful anymore, my brain has become immune to it but my hearts still hurt. The only thing is that these days, I try to rationalise it, change my perspective and remind myself that this is by Allah&#39;s decree, and I have to accept it for He knows best. No matter how painful it is, I have to accept it because it comes from Allah and we don&#39;t know the good in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I hope 2026 will be a better year. As we always wish another new year will be a better year. Isn&#39;t life always like that.. life has to progress better. Another year should be better than the year before, even today should be better than yesterday. At this age especially, the age that anything can happen to me anytime, the age that I should look forward to reap what I sow, I shouldn&#39;t be &#39;planning&#39; for life anymore. I should be planning for my afterlife, that is nearer to me now. I should use the rest of my life in peace, harmony, no backbiting, no envy, no regrets, no blaming... just enjoy a quiet peaceful life. I have lived my life before. Except a few things, I have gone through a good life. Alhamdulillah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not sure what I&#39;m getting at in this post really. But yeah.. it is the beginning of the year. I sure hope 2026 will bring me more joy, success, good deeds, and I hope I can be a better person for the akhirah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;So come 2026, bring it on! May Allah ease and guide me.. Aminn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5160574318973254633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/5160574318973254633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/5160574318973254633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/5160574318973254633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2026/01/2026-please-be-kind.html' title='2026 Please be kind!'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-1992025609125916650</id><published>2025-10-17T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2025-10-17T11:38:37.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stories that nurture you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Listening to my children&#39;s stories, rants, complaints or even rage is always my priority. And then it become the story of my life or the story that makes up my experience in life. If I look back in my storage of stories, it is brimming with wonderful, colorful, sad, happy, frustrating stories.. it will make such beautiful book. I don&#39;t remember all the stories because as time goes by these stories got hidden away, being pushed down below to accommodate new stories. But some stories remain visible and being remembered forever. Even sad horrible stories, you remember, because it leaves a scar in your heart. And these stories can become good reminders for your life. It becomes the source of good advice that you can give to your children in case they go through the same experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;My children are now collecting their own life stories. I don&#39;t have much to offer them in terms of materials but I have a lot of stories, advice, and experience to share with them when they need. And i hope these then make up their own life, if i were to go early, before they are ready and when they still need me (just like me when I lost my parents at tender age), I hope these stories and advice will remain with them when they need me the most. I hope my words will soothe them, will dry their tears and will make them strong and smart to face whatever they face in their lives. I truly hope so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;This year I heard most heartbreaking stories from my children. Exam failures, job failures, relationship failures. Every child has his/her own struggles and hurdles that he/she has to face and go through. It breaks my heart every time this happens. I wish I can go through it for them, but hey... I HAVE gone through it before. I have gone through all of it. I have even gone through loss of my parents at their age. So yeah.. what else is there. I hope they don&#39;t have to go through that so soon. But all these experience are the ones that grow them, makes them who they are, nurture them to become a better and stronger person. Isn&#39;t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I see their growth in every failure, let alone success. I see their growth in every struggle. Alhamdulillah, Allah&#39;s plans are the BEST as I see the goodness in every occasion. Yes it was painful for a while, but difficult path always lead to beautiful place. You just have to endure it, preserve, and march ahead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I say the same prayer every time and I will say it over and over again. I pray that Allah will take care of my children, lead them to the right path, not to stray away for Allah&#39;s path. I pray for their success duniyya and akhirah. I pray that they will stay steadfast in their lives, no matter how life turns out for them, no matter how bad or how good. There&#39;s hikmah in everything that happens in our lives. Tawakkal &#39;alallah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/1992025609125916650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/1992025609125916650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/1992025609125916650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/1992025609125916650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2025/10/the-stories-that-nurture-you.html' title='The stories that nurture you'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-8307891368951506179</id><published>2025-07-29T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2025-07-29T00:16:12.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;This sounds heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;As heavy as it feels in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The art of letting go is many. The meaning of letting varies. I came across some remarkable quotes on Letting Go.. it&#39;s mostly kind of heart breaking. But to me, letting go is just part of life. You have to let go of things, people, friendship, relationship. There is nothing that is permanent in this world, at some point of life, you are letting go of your life on earth.. you leave this world. People will have to let you go, you have to let go of people in your life. Nothing is permanent. Only the afterlife is permanent, infinite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;But how do you let go of people in this life? Letting go of people also can mean many things. You let them go so that they can grow, you let them go because you can no longer tolerate them for whatever reason, you let them go because you lost contact with them, or you let them go because you outgrow them.. yes, this can happen too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I realized something these past few weeks, sadly, that I have to let go the control or the grasp that I have over my children. As much as I want them to be under my control I know that someday I have to let them go. They are at the age of discovering themselves. I cannot be holding their hands in that process (though I want to) because most of the time what they want is not what I want for them. They have their own lives to live... their own journey, their own path. Allah has charted their path. All I have to do is pray for them while letting go of their hands. This is kind of heartbreaking but I have to be strong. I will be there, always be there whenever they need me. I can guide them but they will choose their own path. I pray hard that they choose wisely, and not stray away from the right path, the path of Allah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I have to remind myself that they have a long way to go ahead of them, and I won&#39;t be here forever to guide them. Hence, I will continue to guide them as much as I can whenever needed as long I&#39;m still around. And I hope I will not feel hurt and feel left behind when they are already way ahead in their path. But I do hope that they will look back and reach for my hands once a while, I do hope that they remember that I&#39;m always here watching their back and ready welcome them with open arms, and I sure do hope that they don&#39;t forget me and leave me behind altogether.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;It is time for me to move on with my own life. Do whatever that I can with my free hands, something that can move me forward, something worth of my free time, something to prepare me for the infinite afterlife.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul class=&quot;tcb-styled-list&quot; style=&quot;--g-bold-weight: 700; --g-regular-weight: 400; --tcb-typography-font-family: Poppins; --tcb-typography-font-size: 17px; --tcb-typography-line-height: 1.75em; background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 17px; line-height: 1.75em; list-style: none; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;&quot;&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;thrv-styled-list-item &quot; data-css=&quot;tve-u-65135a35e2feb0&quot; style=&quot;--g-bold-weight: 700; --g-regular-weight: 400; --tcb-typography-font-family: Poppins; --tcb-typography-font-size: 17px; --tcb-typography-line-height: 1.75em; align-items: flex-start; box-sizing: inherit; color: #242424; display: flex; line-height: 1.75em; margin-bottom: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 20px; place-content: flex-start; word-break: break-word;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;thrv-advanced-inline-text tve_editable tcb-styled-list-icon-text tcb-no-delete tcb-no-save&quot; data-css=&quot;tve-u-65135a35e2ff20&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: inherit; display: block; line-height: 1.5em !important; z-index: 0;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;“Sometimes letting things go is an act of far greater power than defending or hanging on.” - Eckhart Tolle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;thrv-styled-list-item &quot; data-css=&quot;tve-u-65135a35e2feb0&quot; style=&quot;--g-bold-weight: 700; --g-regular-weight: 400; --tcb-typography-font-family: Poppins; --tcb-typography-font-size: 17px; --tcb-typography-line-height: 1.75em; align-items: flex-start; box-sizing: inherit; color: #242424; display: flex; line-height: 1.75em; margin-bottom: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 20px; place-content: flex-start; word-break: break-word;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;thrv-advanced-inline-text tve_editable tcb-styled-list-icon-text tcb-no-delete tcb-no-save&quot; data-css=&quot;tve-u-65135a35e2ff20&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: inherit; display: block; line-height: 1.5em !important; z-index: 0;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;&quot;Some of us think holding on makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go.&quot; - Hermann Hesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;thrv-styled-list-item &quot; data-css=&quot;tve-u-65135a35e2feb0&quot; style=&quot;--g-bold-weight: 700; --g-regular-weight: 400; --tcb-typography-font-family: Poppins; --tcb-typography-font-size: 17px; --tcb-typography-line-height: 1.75em; align-items: flex-start; box-sizing: inherit; color: #242424; display: flex; line-height: 1.75em; margin-bottom: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 20px; place-content: flex-start; word-break: break-word;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;thrv-advanced-inline-text tve_editable tcb-styled-list-icon-text tcb-no-delete tcb-no-save&quot; data-css=&quot;tve-u-65135a35e2ff20&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: inherit; display: block; line-height: 1.5em !important; z-index: 0;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;&quot;In the process of letting go, you will lose many things from the past, but you will find yourself.&quot; - Deepak Chopra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;thrv-styled-list-item &quot; data-css=&quot;tve-u-65135a35e2feb0&quot; style=&quot;--g-bold-weight: 700; --g-regular-weight: 400; --tcb-typography-font-family: Poppins; --tcb-typography-font-size: 17px; --tcb-typography-line-height: 1.75em; align-items: flex-start; box-sizing: inherit; color: #242424; display: flex; line-height: 1.75em; margin-bottom: 20px !important; padding-bottom: 20px; place-content: flex-start; word-break: break-word;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;thrv-advanced-inline-text tve_editable tcb-styled-list-icon-text tcb-no-delete tcb-no-save&quot; data-css=&quot;tve-u-65135a35e2ff20&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: inherit; display: block; line-height: 1.5em !important; z-index: 0;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;&quot;We must be willing to let go of the life we&#39;ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.&quot; - Joseph Campbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/8307891368951506179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/8307891368951506179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/8307891368951506179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/8307891368951506179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2025/07/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-6073550616214442030</id><published>2025-06-17T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2025-06-17T11:39:08.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cycle that be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;For every post that I write, have written.. it comes from my heart. It comes from what I am feeling at the moment. It&#39;s not something that I plan. It is sometimes something that burdens me, enlightens me, worries me or frustrates me. Sometimes I feel so much to pour my heart out but my laptop is not with me.. sometimes I feel so much to write but too lazy to get up and write. And on the days like this, I just grab my laptop and pour myself out. I just need to scribble something. Sometimes I have so much to write without a title but sometimes, like today, I have my title first and here am I babbling away without much to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I just want to make a mark that I am still alive and kicking. I just want to tell the world (though nobody actually notice anyway) that yes... no matter how bad the world is treating me or how bad I&#39;m treating myself or people treat me, I am still alive and kicking. Actually I&#39;m doing fine, really. This is an affirmation. I&#39;m doing better than anybody else. I can do better too. It&#39;s just how I treat the world around me and be it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Ahhh so much rambling. I live the moment. I put my life in Allah&#39;s hand, and I shall live my life for Him. Just Him alone. Then I will be fine. I don&#39;t have to answer to anyone but Him. Life is short, the afterlife is indefinite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The cycle of life is almost coming the end .. each day is nearing to the end. I shall make the best of it as we don&#39;t know for sure when it will end. For whenever it is, I am so grateful that I have come this far. I wish to stay on for a little longer, to witness the success of my children, their marriage, their offspring if any, their joy and sorrow.. I want to be there during their matured life.. i hope Allah will grant me these moments. I hope He will grant me the health and wealth to hold on for a little bit more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;So much so... live the moment. Pray the rest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6073550616214442030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/6073550616214442030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/6073550616214442030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/6073550616214442030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2025/06/the-cycle-that-be.html' title='The cycle that be'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-5693110861298411748</id><published>2025-04-24T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2025-04-24T16:43:32.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Time is an essence. &#39;By the passage of time. Indeed, mankind is in loss...&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Indeed, I am one who is always in loss for time. Look at it, it is now April coming to May of 2025. My last post was at the end of December 2024 and I thought it was only a few weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Gone was 4 precious months, gone was Ramadhan, and Syawal is soon ending too. What have I achieved? Have I achieved anything at all?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;People come and go. I fear my time has come too. I fear I may not be able to do so many things. I pray that I will have enough to cover me for the afterlife. The infinite afterlife, the one I hope so much will make me happy, the one I dream of having my dream house and enjoy beautiful life God has promised. In shaa Allah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;And why am I babbling on this? Just. I am just appalled at how time has flown. I am just frustrated with myself for allowing time to pass by without doing anything. But then again, I may have overlooked it. I managed to run my 2025 project, though starting a bit late, in February. I managed to uphold my supposedly demoted rank, by closing some good deals. I managed to complete a few paid projects during Ramadhan. Not bad at all. But why am I thinking it&#39;s still not enough? Perhaps I can do better actually? Yeah that&#39;s what I always thought. I am never good enough even to myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Whatever it is, I am still thankful for all the good things that has happened up to now. Thankful that we are safe in many ways. I am thankful we have enough for all our necessities though sometimes I felt like we are truly struggling. I am still thankful that my health is still good though my strength has deteriorated. I am still able to walk, go up the stairs and manage myself well. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;For whatever that comes in this rushing period, I shall embrace. I shall embrace the moment, seize the opportunities, and will not regret any losses, as it is ALL God&#39;s plan that has been written for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5693110861298411748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/5693110861298411748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/5693110861298411748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/5693110861298411748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2025/04/embracing-moment.html' title='Embracing the moment'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-5926784546242822972</id><published>2024-12-31T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2024-12-31T15:25:20.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye 2024</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;We made it until the end of 2024.. a few more hours left that is. But yeah Alhamdulillah. 2024 has been a quiet year I would say. too quiet, too lazy and unproductive. But still I have achieved some significant personal milestone that I am proud of. I managed to shed some kilos.. this is VERY important as it helps with my mobility. I also have climbed the &#39;rank&#39; in my Quran recitation and managed to memorize a few short surahs that I&#39;ve been putting off for so long! Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah. This I would say is my biggest achievement. And I planned to do more in the next year. It will be my number one priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;So for the new year, let&#39;s not call it a new year resolution. I would call it things to do, or something to achieve and progress. I have to do more. I seriously need to relook the &#39;business side&#39; of my life. Something that is already in place but not properly managed. If I manage it well I&#39;m sure I can travel somewhere at least by next year. In shaa Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I am also in gear to a new venture which will start end of January. This should keep a steady income ..again if managed well. I pray for the success of this project.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I pray for a healthier body, a sound mind and a calm and peaceful year ahead. I pray I will be called to the House of Allah. I pray Allah will keep me in His list and make me afford the trip. Aminnn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Bi iznillah. Ya Allah, I have only You to lean on. Please grant my prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Happy 2025 everyone. I hope you will achieve your dreams and hopes.. In shaa Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5926784546242822972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/5926784546242822972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/5926784546242822972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/5926784546242822972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2024/12/good-bye-2024.html' title='Good bye 2024'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-7012359540013970453</id><published>2024-10-14T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2024-10-14T22:37:29.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a gift. Live the moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Life is a gift. Time is all we have. Live in the present, as best as you can, each and everyday.&#39; This is what Zac Efron says in the Netflix documentary &#39;Down To Earth&#39;. I watched this documentary in awe. It talks so much about life, mostly focusing on how people is the different continent in the world have a longer life compared to others. Amazingly there&#39;s this area in the world called the Blue Zones, where people live longer as they live a healthy and sustainable lifestyle. There&#39;s this book called The Blue Zones by Dan Buettner. The author travelled the world to the Blue Zones and study the lifestyles of the people of the Blue Zones, how they manage to live above 100 years old. It&#39;s a very interesting documentary, unfortunately it did not attract much audience hence was cancelled altogether. But I managed to finish to whole series before it was taken off from Netflix. Apparently people prefer fictions rather than watching documentaries. Even a documentary on how to live longer does not attract people! Obviously we all like a dreamy world better, world that is full of fictions, even it means a shorter life! Really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;But why am I blabbering about this now?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;We had an episode of a health scare last week. My husband thought he was having a stroke! Now that was scary really. But what made it worse is a misdiagnosed by a GP. THAT actually was the scary part, not so much of the pain or discomfort that he was having. Then again it is always better be safe than sorry. After what seemed to be forever waiting in the ER, after a few tests, Alhamdulillah it came out clear that it was not a stroke. Alhamdulillah. I swear, he looked VERY fine except when the GP told him &quot;most of the left blood vessels are blocked, blood is not going much to your brain&quot;.. now who wouldn&#39;t be scared of such statement. And this come from his most trusted GP. When the specialist (at a hospital, not at the clinic) came to look at him and came out with the MRA results, he said &#39;don&#39;t trust a GP so much when he didn&#39;t have the right equipment or expertise to examine you&#39;.. ohhh wellll!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;And so why is he having the symptoms though? Stress. He&#39;s been so stressed with many things that week. Including being mad at me .. oh what&#39;s new with this eh. But yeah. Stress can lead you to many things including this, and waste of time and energy as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I always view my life as being the difficult one. But come to think of it, it is all about how I view life. If you view your as such, it becomes that. Stress should not be in your system if you view life differently. I am calmer now. Thanks to all the religious classes that I attended. I am more at ease with myself and my surroundings. When you understand how this world works, how your relationship works, how you should view your life, how you should accept your life.. you will feel calmer, at ease, peaceful. The world is temporary anyway, it should not be stressful. Embrace the moment. All has been destined and charted for you. For every little thing that happens, every moment, every second.. it&#39;s been written. And you live only for your creator, not for another human being. Not for your spouse, not for your kids. Having these in mind, I found peace. I hope I can live as long as the people in the Blue Zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Though I still do need to work a little bit more in the healthy lifestyle department.. haha. Yes, you do need to live healthily as well. Then again when you lead a healthy lifestyle, your mind will automatically be more positive hence stress should not be in the system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Indeed life is a gift. It is a gift you should treasure and take care of. And yes, I am going to live the moment, no regrets, no stress. Bi iznillah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7012359540013970453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/7012359540013970453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/7012359540013970453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/7012359540013970453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2024/10/life-is-gift-live-moment.html' title='Life is a gift. Live the moment.'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-4671791053709151096</id><published>2024-10-08T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2024-10-08T22:59:46.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleek September</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not sure if I could call September sleek but I do not know how else to describe my September. September 2024 was full of events that I want to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;There were two wedding receptions of two very close persons to my heart. And these receptions took three weekends of September. I simply love it! I got to meet all my relatives, had fun at the colorful events, donned beautiful dresses and savored delicious wedding meals. Ahh such joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I also had my anniversary on the same day of one of the receptions. How lovely. Can&#39;t believe my marriage is still intact at 27 years. It really is a miracle. Only God knows. The things that we have to go through.. it&#39;s unbelievable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Then in the midst of all these, my youngest baby finally registered himself for college! How times flew.. the baby is in college. I&#39;m not sure to feel relieved or burdened to the fact that he is staying at home and commute daily to campus. This is not what we plan at all. Not that I want him to get out of the house, but I do feel that being away from the house can teach him some independence and self discovery. But who knows, Allah surely has something better for us to arrange this as such.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;We also had two road trips this month, one to my hometown for a young cousin&#39;s wedding (ahh then it is actually 3 weddings). And another trip north tagging along Mr Hubs for a meeting. While he was in a meeting, me and kids managed to savor some great local delicacies. As well as great coffee with a great friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;And last but not least.. it was my birthday on the last week of September. Alhamdulillah I made it this far. Alhamdulillah for the good life I&#39;ve had (though with so many complaints). Alhamdulillah for the great people in my life. Alhamdulillah for everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;So there goes. It surely&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;a wonderful month to remember. And I would say September has always been great to me. Any September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Please don&#39;t mind this entry.. I pen this down for the sake of noting down the events, so that I will remember this month of 2024, so that I will be reminded of how great it was. It is definitely not an entry full of passion writing. I would love to go deeper in each event but the words seemed to be swimming away from me. Oh well!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4671791053709151096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/4671791053709151096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/4671791053709151096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/4671791053709151096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2024/10/sleek-september.html' title='Sleek September'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-2528132012074908960</id><published>2024-08-29T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2024-08-29T10:40:40.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year that almost gone by</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;This must be the fastest year of my entire life!! I did not manage to write anything for the past 6 months.. what have I been doing? What have I been doing as to ignore my writing for such a long time? Nothing really! REALLY! I have been postponing my life without realizing that the time passed me by in an instant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;To say that many things had happened for the past six months.. not really. Not much happened. Nothing extra ordinary I would say. It&#39;s just the usual thing, nothing major happened.. life just passed me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Now let&#39;s see what I had written since last year and compare with the situation now. I noticed there were two major things that I mentioned before. One is the &#39;decision&#39; that I was supposed to take that should effect my remaining life. On that, last year, no I didn&#39;t &#39;embark&#39; on it. I decided against it, hence my life remains as it is. However, psychologically I feel more at ease. I just changed my perspective towards it. I learnt hard that you cannot expect anything from human, you must totally depend, expect, and ask ONLY from the almighty ALLAH. For whatever you want, every little thing, everything you only get FROM Him.. for whatever you do, you do it FOR Him. Hence, you get appreciation/rewards only FROM Him as well, DO NOT expect anything from another human out of love or out of anything that you do for them. NO NO. Not especially out of LOVE for another human. Even your love should be entirely for ALLAH. Having said this, I pledge and devote my remaining life and love only for HIM. Because I know, HE will not leave me, disappoint me and let alone judge me. Bi iznillah, my life will be more calm and peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Another thing that I wrote early this year is my quest to be healthier, i.e to lose some fat! Alhamdulillah I fare better in this section too! I manage to control my diet hence lose some extra fat though not much. But I managed to control my cravings and managed to fit into my fave baju kurung without much fuss. Alhamdulillah. It&#39;s not so much to fit into baju kurung really but I need to be lighter for the sake of my knees. My knees cannot be burdened by heavy weight as it is losing it&#39;s smoothness due to arthritis. I&#39;m partially handicapped when it comes to my knees.. and I&#39;m not even 60 yet! But Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah I can still walk, climb the stairs and cycle. Been going for physiotherapy sessions since early of the year, still trying to strengthen my calf and thigh muscles. Hope this will work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The only thing that is still pending, and I think it will be for now, is my work. Did not manage to land any translation job (maybe I don&#39;t look hard enough) and did not manage to get new clients or investments. Then again, I know these need efforts. The efforts that I don&#39;t go for. It is entirely up to me. This is the section that I&#39;m not so keen to work on, though I would die for extra bucks. But I do believe the rizq from Allah. Hence I don&#39;t worry so much. In shaa Allah there&#39;ll be something for me in store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah i manage to update this today. What I did not update is the children&#39;s department, which also got me into a little bit of whirlwind this year. But yeah, let&#39;s save it for the next post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;In shaa Allah till next. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2528132012074908960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/2528132012074908960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/2528132012074908960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/2528132012074908960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2024/08/the-year-that-almost-gone-by.html' title='The year that almost gone by'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-2058126888173368176</id><published>2024-02-06T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2024-02-06T12:06:08.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One for the new year..it&#39;s 2024!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;So I missed it. I missed the last entry of 2023 and started a new year entry in February. That bad huh! Again I failed to catch the time.. haha. So ok let&#39;s start the first entry with a more positive note shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Alhamdulillah I made to the year 2024 with a healthy body and a sound mind. That is really a great blessing one could ever ask for. Especially for somebody like me who has so many doubts and challenges in life. Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, &#39;ala kullihal.. despite my whines and complaints.. I made it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I have long given up on having new solutions for a new year. I&#39;m too old for that anyway. And I especially hate the new solutions such as to get slimmer or earn more money. But I think I do need one this year. It&#39;s not so much for the look per say or to be &quot;rich&quot;.. no no no. But I do need to get healthier, I do need to lose some fat so that I can &quot;walk&quot; again. My fat is dragging my knees, hindering me from doing many things I like and crashing my dreams to do whatever that I dream to do for a longgg time (like climb some mountains maybe?).. and I do need more money since the cost of living has hiked like nobody&#39;s business and it scares me not to have a little bit more perhaps. And most importantly I need to fulfill my responsibility towards the religion, the pilgrimage. I have yet to fulfill that and yet I have travelled to quite some places.. shame on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;So yeah.. in shaa Allah. I will update again on the progress, just for me to keep track of how I actually do it or not do it. I have started on the healthy diet (as in watching what I eat and reduce the portion.. perhaps I can start on the movement to keep fit as well) and I hope this will be a new habit. As I have never had any intention to lose weight before, this will be a great challenge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;And lastly, another challenge to earn just a little bit more, or if I am more motivated enough, earn so much much more. Yeah! This has been a challenge for many many years but i just always made enough, with very much less effort. So what I have to do is give much more effort. And that is the challenge. I know I lack the effort. I have the tools and means, but not so much the effort. Oh God please give me the strength to do this .. aminnn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;And we shall see...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2058126888173368176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/2058126888173368176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/2058126888173368176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/2058126888173368176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2024/02/one-for-new-yearits-2024.html' title='One for the new year..it&#39;s 2024!'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-9206380712844119103</id><published>2023-12-01T11:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2023-12-01T11:17:52.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for the numbers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I have to beat my own number of entries for the year. I had 6 last year and this is the sixth for this year. Not sure if I can have another post this year. Not that I don&#39;t want but if i remember to write one! Tsk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The year has come to an end without me realizing it. I am not sure if I live too much for the moment that I forgot to plan for the future? Or I&#39;m too busy looking forward to the future that the future came too soon. For whatever that is, time seemed to skip many moments.. moments passed by too fast. It is too fast that I might have missed it.. too fast that I&#39;m afraid that I may not be able to do things that is left to do in this life.. too fast that I&#39;m scared I go before I am ready, before I can repent and get ready for it. I&#39;m watching the time passing by before me. I have to be faster than time but at this age with a dragging feet, I cannot go faster. I give in too soon because I&#39;m too weak to chase the time. I should have done it before it catches up on me. But yeah.. it is all not my PLAN, as ALLAH IS THE BEST PLANNER. If he does not will it, it will not happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I will not write further as I think I will save it for the next entry. We&#39;ll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/9206380712844119103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/9206380712844119103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/9206380712844119103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/9206380712844119103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2023/12/entry-for-numbers.html' title='Entry for the numbers!'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-8592097295138955687</id><published>2023-09-18T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2023-09-18T11:04:07.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes for life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;September marks another year in life for me, and for my marriage. Most of the time I myself wonder, how did I make it this far? But every time I praise my Lord for this blessings in my, regardless the condition. If it is bad, I take it as a test, if it is good it is also a test and a blessing. What more could you ask as a mere human, a slave to the Almighty. Nothing is yours in this world anyway. This is very much coming from a very calm mind, clear head. I would have written otherwise if I am not in this state of mind. Tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I really look forward to life and what it may bring me for the next phase. But sometimes I dread it and wish life could be better. But a session with a friend recently brought another view to life... not that I&#39;ve not heard it before but maybe it was received at the time my head and heart was not heavy, hence whatever she said was easily absorbed&amp;nbsp;and received well. We&#39;ll see how long will this last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I only want a peaceful life, simple, just enough. I don&#39;t need a luxurious extravagance life. My morning would be perfect if I were to wake up surrounded by nature, perhaps with the sounds of waves or flowing stream, birds singing, fresh clean air and most importantly beautiful sunrise above the sea or over the mountains. That would be my perfect morning. And it would be end with a picturesque sunset, perhaps over dinner or a just sitting idle somewhere quiet and tranquil. Ahhh such a bliss.. just by imagining it. Perhaps, someday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Life is what you make of it. I have way too many regrets in life that I wish I could turn back the time. But who am I to question this. For every second, every move of my body, and this whole life is determined by the Almighty. I could not even possibly write this without being inspired and moved by HIM and HIM alone. Hence I should be redho whatever has been destined to me and make do with whatever that is in store for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I will not give up on life. I will make the best for whatever remains. I should not waste any time, to make the most of my remaining life. I have yet to perform my Haj, my top priority.. And I have yet to go those mountains and all those beautiful sunrise and sunset spots, I have yet to watch the aurora! I have to see a little bit more of the world before I close my eyes. May Allah grant me the time, the health, the wealth and the kudrat to achieve all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/8592097295138955687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/8592097295138955687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/8592097295138955687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/8592097295138955687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2023/09/wishes-for-life.html' title='Wishes for life'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-8806070094225321813</id><published>2023-07-17T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2023-07-17T15:27:15.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essence of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Ahhh June went by without me noticing it. It must have been a busy one too! Where did the time go? What did I do? WHERE was I?? Just like that life passed you by. Just like that I passed my 50 years of living. Alhamdulillah.. some people neve made it to 50! Hence I&#39;m thankful and grateful to the Almighty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I have yet to make that dreadful decision. And yes, I am still hanging on to that life that I desperately want to get out from. Yeah... perhaps some day. I need to take one step and perhaps it just goes on and I can say.. &quot;and the rest is history&quot;.. Perhaps someday! I&#39;m still deciding.. not sure how or when it will happen. But for sure I will write it here. It will mark another milestone of my life if it really happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I just want to have an easy, simple and peaceful life. Is that even too much to ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/8806070094225321813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/8806070094225321813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/8806070094225321813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/8806070094225321813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-essence-of-time.html' title='The Essence of Time'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-5007345194702700511</id><published>2023-05-29T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2023-05-29T16:55:46.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable May</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Despite the &#39;agonizing&#39; April. I have quite memorable busy busy May. It started with a colorful nice short Eid, then followed by a short family trip to Langkawi. It was a nice one with a very much controlled emotions (the same emotions brought forward from April.. ahaks). We haven&#39;t had a family trip for more than a year .. what more a trip by air. So despite the hesitant of one person, it went almost without a hitch. Almost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Then came a surprised sponsored trip arranged by a very generous couple for us.. to accompany them on a honeymoon trip at the world famous island, Maldives. Never in my wildest dream I dream to go to this island, but Allah worked his miracle and enable me to go there. Alhamdulillah. I cannot be more thankful and grateful for the opportunity. The island was a wonder of beauty. It was again, Allah&#39;s most beautiful creation. It made me so small and humbled by it&#39;s beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;And the most interesting thing that came after Maldives is another trip, yeap like it never ends. This trip has been planned for years and it finally made real. A trip with my beloved trusted friends, again in Langkawi. We had so much fun. We had all the talks, the walks, and the giggle and laughter as much as we could, just as we always planned. We are already planning for another trip, a retreat as we call it, by the end of our time together. God knows when it will happen, but a plan is already in place, In shaa Allah. Nothing is more refreshing than bonding with your friends who were with you during your trying times, your growing up time and your joy and sorrow while trying to find your way through life. I love this trip the most as I got to be me.. the 20 something me while appearing 50s!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;And the closing of May is a graduation ceremony of Eussuv&#39;s diploma. He flew all the way from Istanbul for this and missing a few classes along the way this week. All for the memory! I hope it&#39;s a good one. I am always one for the memory, not for material things. Material can fade, memories stick in your head, be it good or bad. Congratulations Eussuv, one is in your hands and another one is underway. May Allah ease your journey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Just as I love my May, I hope June will be as good. There will be engagement and birthday celebrations in June. I hope it will be a joyful June! Fighting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5007345194702700511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/5007345194702700511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/5007345194702700511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/5007345194702700511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2023/05/memorable-may.html' title='Memorable May'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-6480540499831722026</id><published>2023-04-09T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2023-04-09T23:07:09.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan is here again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Alhamdulillah I am still here this Ramadhan. Never assume that you are going to be here again next Ramadhan. Life can end at any minute any second without us knowing. Hence do make the best Ramadhan every single time. Make du&#39;a (say prayers), lots and lots of du&#39;a every time. It may not be granted the way you want it to be, but just do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I have one du&#39;a that I&#39;ve been making for my entire marriage life and it is still not granted, not even a bit, in fact the situation seemed to be be worsened this year. I do not know what Allah is trying to tell me. I&#39;m at loss, in despair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Whatever it is, for the remaining two weeks of Ramadhan, I will try as hard to pray as much, do good deeds, remain calm (this is not gonna be easy, but this too will pass!) and take whatever that comes my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;(I&#39;m writing this in frustration! Frustrated over the situation that I cannot control, say out loud, or tell anyone!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;May Allah ease my remaining Ramadhan, may He grants my prayers (especially that very ONE du&#39;a), may He accepts all my ibadah, my repents, and my good deeds. May He makes me strong enough to go through this test in Ramadhan (over and over again). Please don&#39;t take me away, not just yet. Just take away from this whole sickening, frustrating situation. IF ONLY.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;God have mercy on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6480540499831722026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/6480540499831722026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/6480540499831722026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/6480540499831722026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2023/04/ramadhan-is-here-again.html' title='Ramadhan is here again'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-961981878714028818</id><published>2023-01-26T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2023-01-26T13:49:43.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 2023!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s already almost a month into the new year! And here I am contemplating on what to write just to break the egg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;It will always be the same start of new year thinking if I could do better this year... yeah... you must fare better in the new year.. yada yada yada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;We&#39;ll get to it.. My hope for this year is that I stay healthy, no, healthier in some ways.. so that I can do so much more physically.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;My greatest wish for 2023 is that I could perform my haj. Yes.. I pray hard and take some efforts towards. So I hope 5 months from now I will be writing about my Haj. In shaa Allah! May He opens His door for me and accept me into the Holy Land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/961981878714028818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/961981878714028818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/961981878714028818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/961981878714028818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2023/01/happy-2023.html' title='HAPPY 2023!'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-559517051540845449</id><published>2022-11-04T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2022-11-04T11:48:30.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those whom I long for.. </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Have you ever missed someone so bad that you think you&#39;re going crazy? Have you ever missed someone so much but you know that there&#39;s no way that you can see the person? I have! Missing that someone so dear and not being able to release the feeling is the worst kind of feeling. It&#39;s painful and sad, heart wrenching at a point.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Missing someone who is no longer in this world is some kind of an impossible feeling.. a feeling that you know will only make you feel down, useless, sad, painful. The kind that will never be satisfied. It&#39;s more like a longing. It can really break you if you hang on to it. You can pin on it, but only for a while.. life must go on. I miss Mak, Bah, Pa. May they have a good life over there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;But missing someone whom you know is alive and kicking, and you just cannot approach that person due to certain reasons is even worse. You want to so much but you can&#39;t. You wonder how the person is doing, you wonder if he/she even ever think of you like you do him/her. You even pray for the person, pray for their good lives, pray that someday, perhaps, that you get to see him/her again. And perhaps pray that he/she opens their hearts for you as in allowing you to be in touch with them again. My heart aches for these people whom I miss. How can one forgets their happy moments with the other person? Perhaps the bad moments are the ones linger in their hearts more and made them refusing to relate to us. There are two persons whom I miss talking to at this moment. These two left an impact in my life at some point or the other. I miss our great moments. But maybe that one bad moment changed things forever. I do want to turn back the time. But I know this has been destined to me for now. But who knows what Allah has in store for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I pray that someday I get to see them again. Be the friends I used to be to them. Talk nonsense for hours, be silly, and perhaps now talk about the remaining times of our lives. How lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Perhaps, someday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/559517051540845449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/559517051540845449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/559517051540845449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/559517051540845449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2022/11/those-whom-i-long-for.html' title='Those whom I long for.. 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Judging from the frequency of my writing, I sure did not have as much therapy that I should have. Often time I want to write so much just to pour out what&#39;s inside me, but I couldn&#39;t due to many reasons. Real reasons as well as excuses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I have missed August and September posts.. how time flies! August was a busy month .. I couldn&#39;t even remember why! But September.. it was really great! From the beginning of September I was busy preparing for my overseas trip.. a trip that I&#39;d been anticipating, though not quite believe it was gonna happen. It did. It really happened. Done and dusted to my disbelief. Sometimes things just happened without you realizing it. It was kind of dream comes true with different picture but equally satisfying. Weird as it sound but Allah made it happen for me. Alhamdulillah. I couldn&#39;t be more grateful. Alhamdulillah I also celebrated my birthday with Eussuv and his friends for a change, instead of my own friends. And those in the homeland even forgot to wish me!! The best birthday present ever, of mountains, seas, sunset as well as the lively city. What more could I ask for. I won&#39;t even complain about my crippling knees! No matter what, I will surely come back, with different companions... a livelier and happier companions.. just to enjoy the moment more. If you know what I mean. Regardless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;At this very moment, I kinda feel like I&#39;m at an intersection. Life intersection. I&#39;ve been wanting to do something for a long long time but never get around it. An escape. An escape from a sometimes torturous world I live in. An escape that would change life forever. It could be bad or it could be good. Though I believe it is good for me. I truly believe it is good for me. But it is not that simple. It could be a long painful process, or maybe a short one if agreeable by the other party. I believe I deserve this. I believe it will be good for everyone. It could be a lonely road to trudge, but hey, if it means a peaceful life, I want to go through it, The question is do I dare to take the step. Is there a strong enough reason in the eye of the world I live in, in the eye of the law... that is what made me hesitate. BUT other people are not in my shoes, they wouldn&#39;t know the real truth, let alone know why I&#39;m doing it. My life seemed to be almost perfect on the outside but only me and god knows the real truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m still planning in my head, trying to find the best way for this escape. It may not be an escape, rather it&#39;s a journey to a new life that I wanted so much. At this age, truth is, it is an almost impossible step to take. But I will never know unless I tried. Nothing is ever too late in life. You decide. It is your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Indeed writing is a therapy. I feel much better after I&#39;ve penned it down. Even if it doesn&#39;t happen, at least I know, I&#39;ve a got a plan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;O Allah, give me the strength&amp;nbsp;to go through this. Show me the right path. Only You will make it happen, only You know if this is the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/511088216745913834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/511088216745913834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/511088216745913834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/511088216745913834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2022/10/another-life-intersection.html' title='Another life intersection'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-6788841012608376944</id><published>2022-07-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2022-07-12T22:41:02.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The life that is beyond me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Life is often reflected as a cycle. Babies to toddlers to kids to teens to adults to senior citizens and .. back to kids and babies again? Depends.. some people do go to that extent of life. I pray that I will not. I pray that if I were to die, I hope my death will be a quick one.. without any prolong illness, without having to go through the &quot;baby&quot; stage where people around me have to care for me. I pray that I will die in good faith, a peaceful one not in a horrifying and bloody one. I pray that I will be able to utter the shahadah before my last breath. I pray that my eldest will lead the last rite for me. Ahhh so much hope I have thought about.. I pray that God will grant all of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;As I have reached this point of life, the life before me always come reflected in front of me ... how I wasted or enjoyed my youth, how I chose my life to be what it is today. How many opportunities that I have let go, how many opportunities I have grabbed. And yet, truth to be told, all these have been destined to be. Allah is the best planner. There should be NO whatifs. There should be no regret since these are all Allah&#39;s plans. No matter how much you want it to be different, Allah knows best and he has planned it as such even though it is not to your liking, but it is the best for you. I have&amp;nbsp; thought about it over and over again, what if I have chosen the other road, how would life be? But yeah, it remains a thought. I am not one who dares enough to make drastic change in my life.. no I&#39;m not. I am the one who faces come what may.. not daring enough to get out. I don&#39;t know.. I just don&#39;t have the strength!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;And even where the children are concerned, I now leave all to Allah. It is beyond me to control what&#39;s happening in their lives once they reached their independence. I wish they can stay as they were before, asking me for permission and advice. That&#39;s no longer the case. I wish and wish they are still my babies. It hurts to think that they might even dislike me. Then again, I have no power and control over them anymore. Hence, I leave it all to Allah. I pray that things will go their way, I pray that they will love me unconditionally just as I love them, I pray that they will remain in their iman, that they maintain their faith. I pray that they will have a better life as compared to me. I pray they will meet all the good people in their lives, meet a good loving partner who will lead them to jannah. I pray for all the good things going their way. And even if they face challenges in life, they know how to handle it well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I can be the spectator of their lives, whether or not they allow me to step in their lives, I wouldn&#39;t know. My heart is heavy with so much love for them. And I hope they love me too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;This is one emotional post that I hope my children will be able to read someday when I am gone. No I don&#39;t wish to go so soon.. there are so much more I want to do in life. But at this very moment I&#39;m feeling very tired of &#39;life&#39;s affairs&#39; that I feel like being shut down is OK .. though I&#39;m wayyy from being ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6788841012608376944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/6788841012608376944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/6788841012608376944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/6788841012608376944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2022/07/the-life-that-is-beyond-me.html' title='The life that is beyond me'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-5903977056112907526</id><published>2022-06-01T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2022-07-12T22:09:28.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One grateful note to self</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;June is here. Five months of 2022 have passed. Attended many many weddings, as well as funerals. As life goes on, as age adds on, you realise your remaining time has shortened. There are still dreams unfulfilled though. But even that sometimes is no longer your priority. But hey, God never want you to wait for your final moments. Every moment counts. Hence make the most of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Talked to a dear friend yesterday.. we concluded that there&#39;s no stopping of doing whatever you want to do regardless of age. That is also another way of keeping you healthy, mentally and physically. Not doing anything invites further&amp;nbsp;deterioration of your body and mind. At this very moment I&#39;m not quite fit physically but hey my mind is all up for anything. In shaa Allah. Hence me writing today, to fill up my time since I cannot go up and about as usual. May Allah grant me syifa&#39; . this too will pass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Though I&#39;m feeling a bit sluggish I am still thankful for the abundance of nikmat Allah has granted upon. This discomfort is nothing compared to the hardship of others who have it worse. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;May all be well for me and the kids too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5903977056112907526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/5903977056112907526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/5903977056112907526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/5903977056112907526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2022/06/one-grateful-note-to-self.html' title='One grateful note to self'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-4256979793151239171</id><published>2022-05-26T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2022-05-26T15:17:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And HE is indeed the MOST KIND, the BEST LISTENER, the BEST planner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Indeed HE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Often times when you think you&#39;ve given up on life and you pray and pray hoping that you are being heard. And He granted your wish at the very moment when you thought it is just hopeless. No.. never underestimate your prayer because He listens to ALL your prayers and grant them... in the perfect timing. Just truly believe it, trust, and have faith.. When it really happens, you see the beauty of life, the best plan He has for you and how thankful you are .. it is simply amazing, magical. Subhanallah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Never stop praying, with efforts, good intention, it will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Life is short, make the most of it, be the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Looking forward to more things in life ... and prepare for the hereafter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4256979793151239171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/4256979793151239171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/4256979793151239171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/4256979793151239171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2022/05/and-he-is-indeed-most-kind-best.html' title='And HE is indeed the MOST KIND, the BEST LISTENER, the BEST planner'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-5575936068133061869</id><published>2022-03-30T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2022-03-30T15:18:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I really want NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Can&#39;t believe it&#39;s March of 2022 and tomorrow is April 2022. What have I achieved in these three months? Almost nothing! But at this age I no longer count any achievement. All I want is some quiet peaceful life with people who really appreciate me for who I am, not what I am. And having said that I did manage to have some wonderful moments with people whom I want to hang out with. So I&#39;m doing OK I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;I no longer seek material fulfilment in life these days. It&#39;s too late to ask me what&#39;s my dream in life at this age, cos I believe I have a very short remaining years of life. But my dream from the age I was in my 20s remains unfulfilled. Yes I do believe I still can do it, I pray that someday, in this life, I still can do it. It&#39;s just that at this point of life I need to tweak it a little but to make it doable. I just want to see the world. Simple. Previously my dream statement was &quot;I want to travel the world solo&quot; .. at my current condition I need to drag someone along .. just not to make it too obvious an old lady travelling alone and god knows if she can suddenly drop dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;So this is my dream statement.. I want to go to a place far away from here, to the other side of the continent, to see the beauty of god&#39;s creation, to see the wonders of nature.. ON MY OWN.. or with somebody who can appreciate nature as much as I do, who doesn&#39;t mind a travel with no specific itinerary, a travel where you can make any mistakes, a travel where you can miss the bus or train, a travel with no one breathing down your neck.. a travel that is full of enjoying the scenery, sunsets, sunrises.. a travel where a shopping mall must be avoided! I want to sleep under under the moon, sleep with the sound of the waves or a howling fox (??) or perhaps the sounds of whatever animal there may be. Definitely not the sound of bustling city. I want to feel the sea breeze or the mountain breeze.. or perhaps drive through a scenic autumn falling leaves.. I want to sit around a campfire with a bunch of giggling girls by the sea, minding only our own business. I want to go exploring an island by foot or a bike... I want to stay in a log cabin in winter and curl up in front of a fireplace with a good book and a good (an understatement, romantic one perhaps?) companion.. and just do nothing. OHHHHHH SUCH LIFE... can it really happen??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;OH Dear God.. listen to my prayers.. I believe in your miracle and I believe you will grant my prayers if this is good for me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5575936068133061869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3489096900698093962/5575936068133061869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/5575936068133061869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489096900698093962/posts/default/5575936068133061869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dancing-mom.blogspot.com/2022/03/what-i-really-want-now.html' title='What I really want NOW'/><author><name>Tahiyyah M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03484599387401721846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsOs0Mj7hsnI8cct7piIZCbKIZFrHYujD8GOKzCyGhpWuz7tlIX56D2PuK1EtVDnxpq5r1OH1V3-pvp5EYSw5_5ZsuAbpCvpM-hg0vo1NdORAqqNqCy1t4bp-Tj9xU2g/s113/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489096900698093962.post-3681297920643706433</id><published>2021-10-05T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2021-10-05T22:39:15.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh this and that of 2021</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Too many things has happened within a short span of three months since July. Way too many that I felt like an hour flew by in a minute. And because of that, I put off writing it here.. even though too many times I would replay it in my mind and let the words flow as though I&#39;m writing. There are days I wanted so much to write but I was just not physically up to it. Regardless, I am still thankful for so many things. I am thankful I am healthy, though with some hiccup of body wear and tear, I am still able to eat well, sleep well, spend well, and life is as normal as it can be but it comes with some chaotic situations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;MCO has really taken a toll on me at some point, when I basically dread the day, the day of the same routine everyday with restricted movement to anywhere, with fear of the virus lurking around the corner ever so ready to land on anyone who are not careful enough. It is one scary thought, I am physically and mentally tired just by thinking about. Looking at the numbers everyday scared me. The quarantine centers swarmed with people, the ICU was spilled over with the very sick ones, too overloaded that they had to choose who they would choose to live. That bad. It was a war zone everywhere. The invisible war that the only weapon we had is that to get ourselves protected on our own. Thankfully up to now, none of us, or those near us has been infected. I can&#39;t thank Allah enough for protecting us. And thankfully so, we have been safely vaccinated, all of us except one who is underaged, but getting there. Alhamdulillah. I pray hard we are always protected and make sure we are always on our guard. Though some people though you can never be careful enough because you never know where it slipped through. But I believe, it&#39;s all in God&#39;s hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Alhamdulillah, things are getting better. Though cautious measures are being implemented and imposed, people just can&#39;t wait to get their normal lives back. But it will never normal again. The new normal has replaced the normal of our lives. The world we live in is no longer the world we used to know. The advanced plan people had in their lives may have changed to another advanced plan to include the new normal. The whole wide world has been changed and turned to something else one way or the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Just as THIS is not enough, somehow my household has changed too. Somehow, suddenly there are way too many cats allowed in the house to my liking. I protested in the beginning but I lost the battle. Who am I to fight this alone! And THIS has nothing to do with the new normal out there... but it has become a new normal in this household. I fought a lot even with tears on this... to no avail. Oh well perhaps someday! I am too old to fight these days. I just pray that someday, perhaps in heaven, I shall get what I really want..... providing that I go to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Another new normal, one person has been replaced by another. God has worked His wonders again and again. Eussuv has flown to Istanbul for his studies. Another miracle Allah has granted us. And two days before his departure, my SIL&#39;s husband passed away leaving her all alone in this world as they have no children. And that, being the only &#39;able&#39; son in the family, my dear hubs has to take her in with us.. at least until she is over her bereavement period. I am ok will all that since I lost Eussuv to Turkey, we have an empty room for her fill. It must be lonely, I feel her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;There are just too many changes I just couldn&#39;t pen it down. In no particular order, things just happened. And I am in no power to stop it no let something I need happens just because I want/ need it. 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