and everywhere, Manchester United is chanted.
So they won, theyre the topic of the males. The pockets of coffee shop owners are filled, cigarettes are smoked. Some get into war, either a war of words, hands, or weapons, some celebrate with dignity.
My every prayer will always have my Umi in it.
I love you Umi. More than Words.
I spend 364 days thinking about you, but it is today that i finally get to say...
Umi, Happy Mother's Day.
This is cute. haha. It reminds me of my sekolah rendah days. But only, we didnt get to do this on the buses. It reminds me of my innocent, naive times.
The times when no problems even stepped into my life. The times when I would get in trouble because of stupid things. It reminds me of my no-responsibility days, it reminds me of my stress-free ways.
Plus, this picture reminds me of my grandparents, who'd when I was small, would always constantly be on my side, "manja"ing me, giving me so much love and attention. An old wrinkled hand would give abit of their life to a small innocent hand.
I miss them. I wish we had more time together.
Then we decided to go search for our house for next year. Today seemed like a busy day for the arabs. The roads were packed, and the cars were everywhere. The air seemed static, not so cold, not so warm.
someone is praying, someone is remembering his Lord, someone is thankful, someone is grateful.
Alhamdulillah. Lets fight to always become that someone, inshaAllah :)