I decided to not write yesterday as I felt tired after a trip out eating with my friend (a staff at FN). Her words was jom dating. Haha. Alhamdulillah, I'm grateful of having friends, good people. Thought post trip, I did reflect a lot on my verbal skills. I hope I improve more and grow more mature in my selection of words and tone over time.
I thought of staying in bed early and sleep early. Instead I ended staying up later than usual. I was taking in my fears and talking to Allah about it. It was torturous but I got a lot off my chest which was the whole purpose of it. I don't remember the last time I cried so hard that my face was drench. Haha. I still feel down and worse when my teacher suddenly call talking about my driving test. (Writing the previous sentence gave me the scares just now.) Anyhow, I did some journaling before I started blogging. (I read back again and it gave my so much strength). The journal entry was positive, fearless. Describes how my life is under Allah's control. He is my rabb, my lord, my khaleq. And how I'm able to overcome this.
What's the purpose of fear? Putting that question and remembering the answer gave my strength. Reminded me of how positive and strong I usual was. Slowly I can build up my threshold again. Biiznillah.
I can, indeed I can. No doubt.
TGiaH