Since my last post, I've been thinking what do I really really want with my blog? Why do I write? And somehow force myself to write something.
In the end, I come to a conclusion.
To see how I grew up as a person.
I'd read some of my previous posts, which then I see myself being at the past, writing precious memories of my life. The embarassing ones, the beautiful ones, the ones I can be proud of. Even the About Me tab, which I wrote one and half year ago.. Sometimes I thought, is this really me back then writing? How can I write such thing? Oh wow, how determined I was when I younger. And so on. A few years from now, I will say the same thing over again.
Time is precious creation Allah has given to us. The opportunity to shape what ours, how we want it to be. Ma Shaa Allah. Amazing, right?
It's the memories which is precious to me, the ones I've been given the opportunity to shape and flow how it be. I love it, and very grateful for each of it, which is why I share. These memories, can give lessons to others, reminds others of their which they might forget, be grateful for their own life stories.
Precious.
So this is why I blog, and continue to. In Shaa Allah.
Let it be my own world, but who cares?
The Girl in A Hood
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