...just be thankful

We wake up each morning thinking of our busy schedules, unfinished tasks, due papers or assignments, and our planned activities for the day or the coming weeks. 


We walk. We run. We act. And at the end of the day, we are all exhausted and tired and all we want is to dive on our own bed and close our eyes to prepare ourselves for the coming days. Everyday is a routine. Like we are made to do things over and over again. We feel happy and proud everytime we accomplish something and sad everytime we fail. But it's part of life anyways. Sometimes your up and sometimes your down. 


With all the things we get through, did we ever say thank you for the times we succeed and for the times we fail? Did we ever acknowledge the Man above for all the things He has given us whether how big or small it is?

That question hit me one moment while I was sitting on a car just trying to figure out my 24 years of life. 


I was raised in a household like that of other middle class family. We are not rich but I can say my parents tried to gave us comfortable and easy life. And by this I am more blessed than the others who are alone and had to struggle in order to survive.


Opening my eyes each morning and seeing the beauty of the world, I am more privileged from those who were born unable to see.


Being more healthy than ill, I am fortunate than those who couldn't survive the day.


Having a job, food in the table, clothes to keep me warm, and a place to sleep I can say I am more lucky than those who have to ask for food and money and don't have a descent place to stay. 


Being free to roam around without the fear of torture and harassment, I am ahead of those who suffers and victims of injustices and unlawful society.


Having a complete family who supports me and reminding me that I have a home to go back to, I am envied by those who are abandoned and alone.


And if I can hold my head up high and smile, I am unique than those who are in doubt and despair.


Saying thank you does not take a lot of our time. It's just a two words but when it is said, you'll feel light and happy. Our hearts will be filled with joy knowing that we acknowledge and appreciate what God has given us. 


He is the only great provider that knows the desires of our hearts.


And after all, saying thank you is not the hardest thing to say.




xoxo

...the rain

I remember when I was a little child, I used to sing the song, "Rain rain go away, come again another day. Little Princess wants to play" everytime I am copped up in the house because the pouring rain was stopping me from playing with my friends. I would just stare at the window hoping that the sun will soon shine so that I could run, jump and feel the warmth of mister sun in my skin again. 

Growing up, I also happened to like the rain especially when I am not in the mood to play outside since my childhood friends and I had some arguments. I'll just stay at home in order to avoid them and would enjoy the cold wind that touched my face. 


But during my teenage years, where in some point, all I want to do is hang out with my closest friends, I begin to hate the rainy season especially if we already had plans for the day. I hated the idea of walking with my wet feet especially if walking is the only option because public transportation like "tricycles" are not available. It pisses me off everytime I am on my best dress and I ended up with wet, unfashionable and cold clothes. 


When I left my home country, which is by the way a tropical country where we only have two seasons all through out the year, I had a feeling that I will not miss the rainy season after all. I'll be able to walk around the place not worrying of my feet being wet or my clothes being ruined by the pouring rain. 


But I was wrong. 


In my two months of being here in the Middle East, where rain seldom happens, I would just stare outside hoping that the sky turns black and the heaven above opens and give way to my most wanted thing on earth right now, even just a few drops will make me really happy again. I'll just want to be silly again under the rain dancing, running and jumping just like a 5 year-old girl. 


And that will make me see and realize that like others I am still in the same planet and I am not lost after all. And I just miss using my umbrella again!


And to top it all, at this moment I am singing in my head, 


"Rain rain please do come today. 
Make Princess happy and crazy even for a day."

xoxo

...picture quotes

It's been a habit of mine this past few months to simply browse the internet searching for pictures quotes to brighten my day. Whenever I feel weak, sad, stressed, angry, depressed, alone or just simply happy, I just stare at those pictures and read what it said and I'll just feel better.

I found these few pictures quotes yesterday and I wanted to share this to all of you. Hope it will inspire you as much as it inspires me.


Enjoy reading!

xoxo

...one step at a time!

Life has always been a wonderful journey for most of us. We all have our share of ups and downs. We all have a glimpse of hurtful and painful events. And most importantly we all have a taste of the wonderful and amazing opportunities that all of us have never imagine happening.

Some things could also left us a little bit scared and shocked. We complain. We think a lot and end up believing that we are not capable of doing all these things. 

It is now that I realize it's because:

We always RUSH in everything. 

We are in a hurry to grow up to be able to prove ourselves. We rush things to be able to meet our deadline. We act before we plan. And we decide aggressively without even thinking of it's outcome.

When this things happen, we tend to over-think of all possible solutions to make things right and for us to get out of the mess that we ourselves started in the first place.

But who's to blame? 

I think we all know the answer.

In my case, the answer is capital M-E. ME!

These past few days, I always been in a hurry to learn Arabic. Not only because I want to but because I really have to. I felt the pressure of learning the language every time I go to work and come face to face with Arabian people. 

I started my quest in learning the language by trying to know and memorize their alphabet. With the help of a friend, she first explained to me the letters using a computer's keyboard with corresponding Arabic letters. And it was not easy! Without enough understanding of the use of Ayin, Alif, Mim, Gym, Yah, Dull and the other letters, I decided to try to spell names. I don't even get why Mohammed is spelled in Arabic using only 4 letters - the Mim, followed by Ha, and Mim again, and ending with a Dull. She explained everything to me all over again but I still don't get the point. 

The day after I started learning Arabic letters, I then think of trying to read names written in Arabic. I faced the computer and found myself staring at the monitor for a few minutes trying to figure out what the word was. Unfortunately I wasn't able to read it. 

And then the writing issue came in the picture the next day. Of course how can I do it if I even don't know how to use the letters and read them?

Sitting in one corner of the clinic, I thought I'll really have to learn the language soon. I have to understand, speak, read, and even write it. 

I have to know it by heart. 

And then it hit me. To be able to know the language, I don't have to skip steps. I don't need to rush. And start with the basics.

First, I have to memorize the letters. Know it's use and it's corresponding symbols. Then try to read names first followed by a word and eventually sentences after. And next is writing. I know it will be easier to write if I already know how to spell and read. 

Learning this will take some time. And I am prepared for that. I know and believe that I can. 

But right now, I'll just do it,

ONE STEP AT A TIME!

xoxo