Saturday, August 1, 2015

Always be thankful

The view outside my room

It felt like home when in Brisbane.
Even after today, whenever I mention about the place, I'd imagine myself there again. That's how much I miss that place. I've never felt more comfortable living my life than when I was in Brisbane. I had everything under control, manageable and I was able to go through my day as planned; morning workout, preparing lunch, hangout with friends and sometimes workout again. Sigh. I miss my daily routine there. I know this sounds unfair because when I was in Brisbane I was wishing for the opposite; I want Malaysia, halal food, family and my closet! It reflects so much about how Allah described (in the Qur'an) about us humankind. We tend to look at things that we don't have and less grateful for what is in front of us. We search for what our hearts desire or simply, we just want what we want.

I know I need to learn to be grateful for what I have.
But it's undeniably true that to allow your heart (I repeat, the heart not the mouth) to say alhamdulillah is not easy. It needs more practice. It needs more sincerity in the heart.

So many things have changed since I came back for good. My daily routines and diets have changed. I've been indulging myself in unhealthy food for months and have been putting a lot of weight since. I'd be lying if I say I don't feel stressed at all. However, I'm still thankful that I wasn't the size that I was before. Alhamdulillah. I don't want to be where I was again. I'm thankful that I have this awareness earlier than I did before. Again, alhamdulillah.

Maybe bad times aren't bad at all. If we look at the positive side, it could help us to feel better. It's the clear thoughts that can help us to think wisely and less emotional. Once our mind is clear, we can help to get ourselves back on track. Insha'Allah.

Good night.





On life and future


Hello, there.

I went flowers-hunting with my family a couple of days ago and I bought a few of my favourites! As you can see from my previous posts, I love flowers so much and every week (or two) I'd buy a fresh bouquet for my room. Unfortunately, the prices of fresh flowers are expensive in Malaysia than in Australia which make it harder for me to continue this weekly routine here. But fret not, because this is where the artificial ones come to the rescue! Haha.

So what I bought was some roses, tulips and lilies from Kaison.
I'm glad it helps to bring more colours to my room!
The room feels more friendlier now.

A good news for me is I'll be starting my life as a student again soon! Insha'Allah.
With Allah's permission, I've been offered a place to continue my studies in the Universiti Malaysia Sabah. The program that was offered to me was Master in Counselling Psychology. Alhamdulillah. Somehow I think it's a good opportunity for me to gain new experiences too. Hopefully everything will run as smoothly as possible. Insha'Allah.

I wasn't expecting this offer and wasn't even looking forward to continue my studies (although I did mention that I wanted to pursue my studies in the UK). I changed my mind a few months ago and decided to find some jobs or start my own business to help me build a stable life. Unfortunately, I didn't receive any feedbacks from the places that I've been applying for jobs except a few. Then came this offer, I decided maybe I should give it a try. Insha'Allah Allah knows what's best for me. May Allah ease everything.

Another offer that I've received a few months earlier before this recent offer came to the mail was from one of the universities in Notthingham, UK. I was so excited and thrilled to receive the offer. The university offers me to do Master of Science in Psychology. However, I didn't accept the offer due to several reasons. Of course, I feel sad because it was one of my dreams but I had to give it up. Again, I believe that God knows best.

To be honest, I find it much better to study in Malaysia for now. With what is happening to the economy in Malaysia, at least furthering my studies here would help me save up some pennies.

Please make du'a for me.
Jazakumullah khayr.





Tuesday, July 28, 2015

My little baby

Shawl from Pastels by Ieka Ahmad

Hello, there.
The city feels a bit chilly today.
It's been raining since an hour ago and I'm enjoying the weather so far.

I hope it isn't too late to wish everyone Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. I completely forgot to include my wish on my latest post last night. Maybe I was too excited to write about my best friend's wedding. Anyway, I know I haven't been writing about my life for quite a while now. I was busy taking care of my little baby.

Now, before you jump into a conclusion.
My little baby is not what you thought it was.

I started to get myself involved into business earlier this year. As a fresh graduate, I decided that it's the right time for me to make my dream come true especially at this young age. For some people they might have thought it's a waste of time and energy while I have a degree and could be offered with fantastic jobs and salaries. I don't have a good reason to deny that fact. In fact, I believe that they are right. However, I've always convinced that if you do something you enjoy, the results of your work will be exceptional. That's why I decided to start my own label Pastels by Ieka Ahmad. Opening and running my own boutique is one of my dreams since I was in the university. Insha'Allah I'd like to achieve that dream someday. I understand that the stakes are high because there are too many people selling similar stuff. But I do have faith in myself and I have clear ideas of why I wanted to do this at the first place.

As a young entrepreneur, achieving satisfaction after working very hard is the best feeling in the world. Alhamdulillah, I had the opportunity to give my parents my 6-month salaries on the first day of Eid which is something that I'm very proud of myself! Masha'Allah tabarakallah. I thank Allah for this opportunity.

Before I conclude this entry, I ask that may Allah increase me in wealth, health and imaan too.
Amin Ya Rabb.







Monday, July 27, 2015

Rafidah off market

Hello, there!

I can say that I'm a little proud of myself today because I managed to grab my laptop and write this entry. If it wasn't because of #rafidahoffmarket, I wouldn't have the effort to do so. Anyway,  I've been sick for the past few days. But I'm hoping for a speedy recovery, insha'Allah, as I have tons to do for my little baby Pastels by Ieka Ahmad.

Last weekend was the best one I had so far! To begin with, my high school best friend has just got married to a man whom she loved. I was in shocked when I heard the good news, of course, but I was so happy and excited too!

So, this is how the story goes.
As an introduction, there were five of us; Nana, Syiqin, Pedo (Rafidah), Lala and me. Nana contacted me last week asking if they could come to my house for beraya. Of course I said yes but she didn't stop there. I was inhaling really deep when I read that they wanted to give me an invitation card! Right at that moment I thought, so does this mean one down and four to go? I didn't know who was going to get married until the day they came to my house and the person that they meant was Pedo! I was so excited and decided to sponsor the shawls for her bridesmaids (us) and for herself too. We were continuously talking, telling stories and that was the longest conversation I had with anyone so far! Blame the technologies for the anti-social problem.

From the left: Nana, yours truly, Pedo (Rafidah) and Lala

Syiqin wasn't able to make it on that day so there were only four of us. But funny because we met again later that night. We were laughing really loud when we bumped into each other. It wasn't a plan for us to meet up but we accidentally did!

Pedo got married on Sunday afternoon. To be honest, it was my second time meeting a bride who wasn't looking nervous on her big day at all. She was so calm as usual. Masha'Allah. I couldn't imagine if that was me! She looked so beautiful in her wedding dress. I was holding my tears when I saw her that day. I know we all did.

Ratu and Raja Sehari

After the wedding, we headed straight to Lala's house as her mum was having an open house. It was evening and we were tired (and full too). All the hard work of organising the photo booth and finding some fruits for the hantaran really paid off. At the end of the day, it's the memory of this friendship that we created that's matter.

From the left: yours truly, Syiqin, Lala and Nana

Us acting silly as always

All shawls were sponsored by Pastels by Ieka Ahmad

I still can't believe it that she's now married. The feeling is surreal. A few days before her wedding, I was reminiscing the days when were still a high school student. And that was 9 years ago. I still remember how we met, clicked and became friends. How we would all be busy cleaning the classroom and Nana would be mumbling around to make sure our class was neat and tidy as she was our Ketua Keceriaan. Also how loud Syiqin's voice was, you could easily tell that it was her voice if she was laughing. If I could turn back time, I would do it because sometimes it's hard to handle the feeling of missing the past. This friendship is a treasure for me. I wouldn't trade it in for another one.

May Allah bless your marriage, Pedo.
Be a good wife to your husband.
We will always love you.
Friends forever!





Thursday, May 7, 2015

The best day of my life

Hello there.
I wonder how's life been treating you lately? I hope everything is good. Mine is fine, there are ups and downs but ignore those things and lets focus on the good side of life.

I'm writing this while listening to Yuna's Deeper Conversation (because I'm so into her lately). The reason why I'm writing this post after so long is to bring back the positivity in me and to remind myself how lucky I am to live this kind of life. I really need this.

Last year was a wonderful year for me, the happiest year in my life.
I graduated with a degree in Psychology last December. Alhamdulillah. I didn't expect that I could go this far in life. In fact, I appreciate every little effort that I did for myself and I'm happy for this achievement. I'm proud to be an alumni of Griffith University. Recalling back those memories, I can still remember the moment when my name was called during the ceremony. I was nervous, obviously, but excited too. When I heard my name was being announced, I cried happily inside. That is because my whole life I've never had a chance to wear graduation robes and last year was my first time wearing it. I cried happily because finally after so many years I achieved my dream.


God, I missed Brisbane.
I missed my friends and my Mt Gravatt family.

I don't know what the future holds but I'm looking forward for exciting things. At the moment, I'm planning to pursue my studies in the UK. Insha'Allah. To tell you the truth, I'm not confident about it. I don't know if I could make it and continue my Masters but it doesn't hurt to try. Insha'Allah. I've been thinking about it a lot nowadays. Some time at night, I would imagine myself in London or anywhere else in the UK before I go to sleep.

It's always been my interest to learn other cultures and to travel to another side of the world. I'm excited to discover new places and meeting new people. It's also a privilege to have friends from different parts of the world. My 6 years experience of studying abroad had helped to build connections and making friends from all over the world which I find it very interesting. It was definitely a golden experience. I thank Him for this opportunity. Alhamdulillah.

If God wills it, He will make it easy for me.
Insha'Allah.