Where is the light at the end of the tunnel??

One of those moments when everything seems dark and all you want to do is get the hell out of here but can't seem to find your way out. And then you don't know what to do so you sit in the corner and just keep rocking yourself hoping, praying that you'll see the light that will guide you out. 

And how did you get to this dark place? You really have no idea. All you know is you woke up one day and there it is.. The darkness. 

Depressed? Maybe. Unhappy? Definitely. 

September

Turning 30 this month. Wow..30. Next is 40. Aren't I suppose to feel all adult an matured by now?

How I wore the hijab.

It took me a while for me to don the hijab. For me it was more than simply covering my hair. It was more about me being easily identified as a muslim and I felt, that was a huge responsibility to carry. Any mistakes that I would make would be associated with my beloved religion and I was scared of that fact because I am far from perfect.

But I prayed for strength and guidance and it came when one day I attended a motivation camp and the religious teacher said something that guided me to my decision. He said the hijab will make you a better muslim because everytime you wear it, you are reminded that you are a muslim and you should do what a muslim does. We are humans and we easily forget. With the hijab.. We remember. So i am far for perfect and I will still make mistakes because I am human. But with the hijab..I will remember that I am a muslim and I have a responsibility to my religion.

Morning tantrums.

I do not like the days when both kids decides to throw a tantrum in the morning. NOT a good start to the day.

Today is one of those days...

In the LRT and feeling angry.