Have been going through a hectic schedule recently. Humongous, gigantic and gargantuan apologies for the abandonment of this blog. A lot has been going on, however time is so consumed to scribble everything down here. Realizing the fact that i'm always facing a very severe internet connection problem which causes me to waste my time just for the web pages to buffer, I decide to focus on my priorities first. InshaAllah will try to overcome this problem.
-- Melencong dah ni.
A few days ago, I received an invitation via e-mail from brother Hilal Asyraf to his wedding ceremony. Indeed, my jaws dropped upon opening my inbox and receiving an e-mail from an all-rounded public figure, while I am just a no-one. However, that week I had a camp organized by UiTM Shah Alam at Sepang. I was in dilemma of which event to choose from. Kak milimilo said she wanted to go there together. I logged on to my twitter and asked brother Aiman Azlan and kak Dena Bahrin whether they were going to attend the wedding or not. When they said yes, I felt the vehement empowerment to meet my lecturer and asking for exception to not join the camp. Ain't easy, but my Law 012 lecturer was understanding enough to approve. Thank you Madame Ilyana, I'm surely gonna score your subject! inshaAllah.
So as all my roommates and friends were packed off to camp, i was left all alone. But trust me, I was willing to be left alone, sleep alone, eat alone, study alone, surive alone etc although at times I was battling against evil whispers trying to scare me off knowing the many hysteria, pukau and other mystic cases going on around this area, regardless in college or outside college. Ummi and ayah at home phoned me worried, but I told them I'd be okay. Dalam kubur nanti sorang-sorang jugak, bukan?
maira n kak zu
The next morning, accompanied by Humairah Farudz and Kak Zulaikha, a wonderful sister I met at the surau, we marched our way towards Taman Melati, somewhere near Gombak with the upmost exhilaration.
When we arrived at the venue, we waited for kak Mili. I was beyond delirious to see her when she came. The only words I have to describe her is unexceptionably cute and petite, not forgetting also a law student, but in UIA Gombak, that is. We entered the hall and sat with kak Dena and her husband, who arrived about 15 minutes earlier. The ceremony was very, "sederhana" but the environment was enough to make me sense the barakah in the air. Those attending mostly wore proper hijab, and were very friendly. I was, touched :') So then me and Kak Mili had minor chats with Dena and abang Soffian ariff as we sat and ate. That was the very minute, Hilal and his wife marched into the hall as well. Perfecto! :D
After enjoying the gastronomic dishes dined, we noticed that Aiman Azlan was right behind us. Me, kak Dena, kak Mili and the others seized the chance to go meet him and take pictures together. We had a few conversations. I felt very inferior tho. I didn't really thought that Aiman recognized who I am.
Aisyah: I'm aisyah shakirah
Aiman Azlan: I know
Aisyah: Really? How come?
Aiman Azlan: I've watched your videos :)
Dena also knew me from my youtube video. I was, speechless to know so. Ice-breaking with these cool people was amazing. I also had a little conversation with Aiman Azlan's mother (since I'm shyyy enough to talk with the son), who's a lecturer in UiTM Arau, Perlis. We then walked together towards Hilal and his wife, talked a bit and took pictures. His wife, Tengku Masyitah was extraordinarily beautiful. Pengantin kalau tutup aurat sempurna memang luar alam cantik, yes?
After meeting the mempelai's, it was time to head back to Shah Alam. I was sad to depart that early, but I had other occassions to attend. I hugged kak Mili feeling sad, not knowing when we'd be able to reunite like that again after this. But inshaAllah, if not here, in jannah we will. InshaAllah :')
I carpooled Kak Dena's car all the way to Shah Alam. Sitting at the back, I managed to capture some sweet moments of her and abang Soffian in front. Homaigoddd so sweet aww cair hati okay :') I remembered first watching Kak dena's proposal video on youtube, and reading her blog. Now, she's right in front of me, with her husband! I just can't believe it. And that was the minute I suddenly felt my Gamophobic part of me, dissolving. and dissolving. Jealousnyaaaa. If I were to get proposed like how kak dena did, it would be when I'm 19 y/o, which means next year in Disember! Gulp and gasp.
Chill aisyah, hang baru asasi wei.
Along the journey from Gombak to Shah Alam, I managed to discover a lot about kak dena and her husband. It was just, awesome. And that was when I also felt the ukhuwwah, also imparting the conversation. Alhamdulillah. Allah, thank you.
At 3.00+p.m, we finally arrived at Masjid Sultan Salahuddin, Shah Alam. Kak Dena was helping out her family business that day. I then rushed to a Seminar room in the Masjid, where I knew a wonderful woman I've always adored was in, conducting a Muslim Journalism Workshop. I didn't hesitate to enter the room when i found it, although i was quite late, i was very grateful that the talk was still on. Fatimah Syarha, spectacular in every ways. My life before reading her books was simply miserable, full with sins and all sorts of negative influences. Her writing changed my life. Her books inspired me to recreate myself into being a better muslimah. Her words motivated me into being a mukminah icon just like her one day, inshaAllah. I'm working on that.
When the talk ended, I rushed over to Ustazah Fatimah Syarha.It was quite a good thing there weren't so many people there because I stood the chance to have a longgggg conversation with her. A lot of my questions were answered. Thank you ustazah. We took pictures, and before we seperated, she hugged me and whispered I love you because of Allah. Tears. I noticed my watery eyes which were probable imminent broken dams. I was in the arms of a woman, who has made me the aisyah shakirah you see today. What else was i supposed to feel :'( Alhamdulillah. Allah, thankyou.
As Asar entered, we settled in the mosque to pray. After Asar, as I walked out of the prayer room, a voice called out my name. I turned to see Kak Dena smiling with her anak buah Amni. I sat down with her and played with that supernaturally adorable baby and continued to merepek with kak Dena :D
Then Kak Dena introduced me to her adik, Izzah, who followed me on twitter way before that mini-meeting. I was excited when she said she was excited to see me when i was the one who should be excited to see her. eh apa merepek.
I also met kak Dena's mother, who gifted me a wonderful book about ramadhan.
Then, Kak Dena took my book and scribbled down something. I was FLATTERED. I'll keep them nailed on my mind, kak dena :')
Before returning to UiTM Shah Alam, I visited Kak Dena's Aroush Booth. There, I met her whole big family. Well, some siblings were missing out tho. But i was grateful enough to meet her parents and the rest of her family, which before I only saw via blog. Baju-baju tudung semua at Aroush cantik-cantik, do checkitout :D
A few minutes later, it was time to make a move back to college. I took a last picture, hugged kak Dena and then switched phone numbers. I felt very splendid an honoured by kak dena and her family.
Thanks abg Soffian for being patient taking our photos dari awal sampai sudah. Thanks mummy kak dena for the book and the wisdom you portrayed. Thanks Izzah for being so nice to me, giving a tour at your booth. Thanks Amni, sebab comel sangat. huh? haha. Thanks kak Dena for just simply being amazing, virtually and in reality :)
Before I end, I would also like to thank kak Zulaikha for willing to accompany me all the way although you tengah seghabuk hotak study untuk finals. I know u've done a kerja gila, sacrificing a day without studying. But trust me, it's worth it, kan kak zuzu sayang? :) Tee Hee
Yesterday, I've learnt a lot. After Maghrib, I reminisced on what had Allah given me that day. I've came a long way. My holidays after SPM which I've tried to use to the fullest had paid off. I never expected this. Never. I used to be a no one, overlooked and always just blending in society, contributing nothing to our Deen, and inshaAllah today, i'm someone off for the challenge of doing amar makruf nahi mungkar in my own way, struggling to bring back Islam. I'm sure there's something ahead of me, ahead of all of us. His plans are perfect, so why mess with it? He has blessed us with so many, and i'm certain that there's more to come.
When we please Allah, he will please us back. And indeed, I am pleased. Looking at what I have today, I have no option than to be grateful, and prove that I'm grateful by continuing my effort to do da'wa. And I'm sure, the same goes to all of you too :)
I'm a nothing doing something. A nobody being somebody.
I ain't a celebrity, I'm a full-time dai'e.