Sometimes, when I feel like nobody understands me, it helps to think of you! Nobody understands you either!Sometimes you just need to slow down, stay calm and just let things come to you. #SOMETIMES
Instagram can be a very cool and inspiring place, full of beautiful and artistic images, pictures of places we want to see, and for some, the people we want to be. However beneath the shiny filters and face tuning is a harsh reality. The difference between real or fake vanishes. Many of these “perfect “ images promote unreachable ideals and unrealistic expectations that can’t be achieved by most people and only lead to people feeling inadequate, jealous, and unhappy. Not everyone is faking the funk, but a lot are. So don’t believe the hype or use #Instagram as a basis of self judgment. You are one of a kind and that’s your power, fuck trying to be like anyone else. @lostartofthegentleman#lostartoftheg#lostartofthegentleman#thegrassisgreener#sometimes
Was looking at bus 24. Not sure why, but that’s the first thing I looked at when my brother asked me to “step natural”.
Someone asked me this the other day: why did you choose to become an ustazah? My answer was: I never did. I never chose to be one. I’ve always wanted to start my own boutique selling clothes for ladies. My notebooks are filled with sketches and designs. But i didn’t make it happen. But now, my passion is to make people fall in love with my faith and God. .
My parents sent me to a full time madrasah ever since I was kid. I was wearing hijab for the longest time. I wasn’t sure why my parents chose religious school for me. Because as far as im concerned, my parents were not from one. one day my mum shared with me that this is a request by my late grandpa, to have his grandkids in religious school. When I was still in madrasah, For the longest time, i was so ashamed to speak to secular students, my English was so bad. I was afraid of humiliation and embarrassment. So I didn’t speak to secular students at all. I failed my O level miserably and this was really shocking, cause I was amongst the top students in class from primary 1 to sec 4. Even my teachers and parents were shocked with my results for O’s. Well, except for excelling in Arabic and higher Malay, I was failing quite bad in the rest. I was so ashamed of my results that I cut contacts with all my other friends. I went to Damascus to pursue my religious education and pretended I didn’t know anyone. When others asked me about my O’s, I said I did ok. .
The thing is students, failing your O level is not the end of the world. It feels like it. I was Heartbroken.I felt like I was a huge disappointment to my teachers and parents,they were all rooting for me, but I guess full pass for my O’s was not meant for me. But I remember when I was in Damascus, I performed 10 times better. I worked hard, I shifted my aim in life and kept failing so I can keep winning. The thing is my brothers and sisters, you hold the steering wheel as to where your life takes you.Remember, this is not a failure. It is simply a setback.A small tiny setback to push you towards success, towards bigger win. You can!
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