Fatimaa dear

All in a sudden, i have this urge to post another entry today. Funny but true, i have no idea how long has it been since i last opened this blog. i would say almost a year ago probably. I was so determined back then to commit to update this blog, claiming it will be a revival point in my career as an amateur blogger..hik. Verily, "Istiqamah" is the hardest skill to turn to habit.

Now, I can't stop thinking of my dear friend Fatimaa who is most likely still wondering where has Rose been hiding this week. She is a dear friend, concern and caring as a good sister could be. Surprisingly, she's 3 years younger than i am.

"Rose, you need to be more open, be dependent to other people" she said last friday in my room. "Everyone thought i was dictating you". Owh, dear dear Fatimaa, she was hurt when another friend of us said she was pushing me out socialising.

The day before, we talked and got to know one another. I was surprised to learn that she had a better and proper Islamic teaching than myself and she knew a lot about Islam. When she saw my surprised face she remarked "Why? You think you're a better Muslim than i am?". Yes, it was harsh but she smile afterward.

I am falling in love with RBH already, not just because of the hospital itself but the people around me too, being such lovely and charming. In the flat, there were a mixture of people - syrian, sudanis, Malaysian, Indian, Somalian, Britons, and African-Carribean. Everyone was lovable! Thank you Allah for such companions. O Allah, please make my prayers come true. O Allah The Most Merciful and All-Knowing.