عايشه منيرة

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A living flesh with a soul made of glass.

Friday, December 09, 2011

Recalling moments called Memories

Memories.

Something we possess, for the time being, from the past and sooner, the future. For every stage in life that we fly through, it is a memory that one should treasure and remember. Why am I actually pertaining memories as the subject? Maybe I have been through many good and bad past-times that sometimes I feel like owning a time machine. So I can travel back to all those moments, where I could only think of being myself, as happy and colorful as a rainbow. One of God's best creation is surely the rainbow, which will paint a smile on my face everytime I witness one after a shower from Mr.Cloud. Hoho. Anyways, back to the topic. Recently, I saw some old photos of mine lying around the house and wondering why is it not in the album. Oh well. The photos were the little and naive me back in England. I was fairer (T_T) and slimmer (T_T) and of course I look like small girl, not a teenager ^^. Those years were the best probably for my entire living life, including 2 years growing up at Indianapolis. For now, I'm eightteen and I think its still early to judge about how my living years has been right? I should look forward to graduating, get a job and career, finding the Perfect One, getting married, build my own Baitul Muslim, watch my kids grow and my husband aging, getting promoted for my job...and the list goes on and on. But then again, we have the power to plan, while the Almighty has the power to decide. Whatever it is, He gives the best among the best, and I should wait, be thankful for what I have now.


If you know me, once a had a memory with me, I surely do treasure those times. Do not worry, for I will never (insyaAllah) forget all those moments we created together. You are now a part of my life. Even if it had left a scar on me, a wound that can never be treated or cleaned, I let go of it and move on. Moving on isnt easy, and people say time heals. So it does really. In the end, I look on the bright side, think of the hikmah behind it. Allah really does know the best after all :)

In conclusion, my life is still a long way to go, a neverending journey. The last stop of the journey would be?

Take a guess :D
(serious and positive ones please)

Song of the day :

Paradise - Coldplay


Now..back to books.

2 comments:

Syaza Shari said...

<3 u aisyah... u'll always be treasured in my thoughts forever... <3

Aisyah Munirah said...

<3 u too dear bestie :)