she was my khadijah, she believed in me when no one else (not even myself) did
she convinced me when i doubted myself, motivated me with stories of truth, when I thought I was too late, too old to be able to make a change.
she was my sheikhah, my ka'ab, assisted me with my deen when Islam was not the main stream, when nobody else was able to help,
she was my murobbiah, following up on my dreams when she found out about it, and was really strict about the process of me attaining them too,
she was a sister, she was there from my beginning, and followed through even until now.
i remember her reaction when she first found out about a tragedy,
she uttered "la hawla wa la quwwata illabillah" repeatedly, followed by "hasbunallah wani'mal wakeel"
which automatically introduced the attitude i need to adopt in facing challenges and tribulations.
she was a mother, advising me always, be it about islam, academics, society, family and even marriage,
listened to my rants as I listened to hers.
she helped me with my problems, consulting the leaders of the society,
and with that she introduced me to so many pearls of Islam.
I can go on forever.
dalam diri dia ada qudwah.
kehadiran dia dan bidadari-bidadari lain saya, was a great blessing from Allah,
memagari iman saya, saat saya kehilangan bintang penunjuk jalan, dan mencari identiti diri.
perkenalan kami tidak logik, entah bagaimana kami jumpa each other di dalam kelas 400 lebih orang itu.
ruh ibarat tentera yang berkelompok, bila saling mengenal akan menjadi akrab (sambungan hadith logam).
anyways, my bidadari is getting married.
barakallahulakuma wa baraka 'alaikuma wa jama'a bainakuma fikhayr M squared!
i want nothing but jannatulfirdaus for you my dear deer. :)
and for me to be your neighbor in Paradise :').