Thursday, March 15, 2012


Technically the guests didn't come to our place simply by knocking to a door ( considering the fact that we have zillionss of doors, which door will they choose to knock first?? )  unlike the title I put. I just wanna make it warmer so it need to sound more familiar isn't it? ( ??? ) Now I hope it channels you some positive energy.  

Anyway regardless of staying in the hostel for three weeks continuously, ( I am very half-homesick type ) and having lost connection with the rest of my real worlds, I didn't feel utterly bored. Why? Because we have tonnes of activities. And among them we have caboodles of guests to be greeted so very nicely ( I am also the type who use redundancy in my words ) so that we would made Malaysiaa prouuuddddd! ( Say that in an extravaganza mode. ) Again, maybe? "PROUUDDDDEEHHH!!!"

*Afghans photos are MIA. Sorry.

Feeling energetic, I trully love them all! The first batch was from Indonesia, Medan. And followed by the second batch which was also from Indonesia, but from another region named Surabaya. A week after that, we were told that a caboodle of Afghanistan's student are coming. And of course we thought students are students but then it turned out to be a university student, which totally wasnt like what we expected. Hahaha. Its quite funny to recall it back now. Anyway they're so friendly and we talked about almost everything. I learnt that even though we thought we came from a different land, but actually the line that divide us is actually so thin, almost invisible that we no longer feel it was there. We shared a lot. And of course it was undoubtedly very beneficial. And here the networking between the sisterhood in islam is growing tighter. Being grateful, I thanked Allah no matter what and honestly I'm lovin' it. ;))

Apart from welcoming our sisters and brothers from other parts of the world, what was truly remarkable these past weeks was my participation in MSSD. Since this is our first time our school ( a sekolah agama btw ) sent out girls for a track-and-field competitions, we were very lacking in skills and experiences. We weren't many, just a few number of us the girls were selected, and regardless of the lack of training, we agreed to go. One thing I really hate was because the teacher inform us too late, its like in a blink of an eye suddenly its the day of the competition already. How possible is this for us to build up some strength? This is not a part of our strategy. Let alone to be champion.

But anyway, as I went there, another part of the world was revealed to me. Because I was too comfort in my safe zone, I didn't realize about how the world is actually working right now. Sport, just another S they made to jeopardize muslim mentality. At school you are just fine with all those baju kurung and tudung, but back then in the stadium, what you wear is completely against what you normally wear. Abnormal, this isn't just quite shocking, but definitely seriously shocking! "Alahh relax ah, semua orang pakai macam ni." Yes because everyone else is wearing the so called athletic suit, so should I accept it as a normal thing? No way. The ayu girl I love back at the school is now the new sexy girl. WHEN IT COMES TO SPORTS, SUDDENLY OUR MUSLIM COMMUNITY IS NEGLECTING THEIR RELIGION. When it comes to sport, we dont recognize the word aurat at all. Take note ok people. Are you one of them as well? Lets consider this. And do change.

I wonder how it happen?
They just do?
Or what?

*Photos credited to Aiesya Afreena. For more view here!

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