Haha no. No battle. Tomorrow I'll be leaving for Madinah and then Makkah to perform my Umrah. Happy and scared. You can probably figure out why. But people tell me this is how they feel every time they're going there.
So how's life? How's family, friends, work, studies? How, indeed. As if you and I can sum up the days and months into concise, socially acceptable sentences. And I could never figure out if I'm supposed to tell the truth or just say "fine" every time.
I haven't been writing for the longest time. In fact, the last time I wrote was probably for the previous blog post. Yup, didn't even keep a diary. More than a year ago and how am I doing? Not very good. I feel like a dirty sink, plugged up after a round of dish-washing. No, make that numerous rounds of dish-washing. So now I have bits and pieces of bones and wilted veggies and clotted gravy in me that I cannot remove because I haven't unplugged the sink. I haven't drained the dirty water so the bits and pieces are swirling merrily away. Writing is probably the greatest plunger of all, so I should get back into it.
Hey, I know! I should make it my 2015 resolution. Write a little something everyday, or be a dirty sink. (Very persuasive)
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