Bismillah.
Im writing this in dark (and tears gonna rolled down anytime) since others have long been in dreams, whilst i just arrived home ( safely, alhamdulillah) after a class, then meeting (and did delivery for #MaryJardin in between).
This evening, i brought back 1 set out of a dozen of exam sheets for marking (students had just completed their august exam) I strictly told myself, i might not have time to sit and mark tonight, but i still thought, its okay, who knows i could steal some time).
Nope. I dont. I arrived from school roughly at 5pm and prayed asr, eat lightly (on diet) , do my laundry, checking phones, iron tudung, get showered and ... Its time for maghrib and got to go for class at 8pm.
Two hours went by, and off i went to a meeting. Concluded only a quarter to 12. With all prayers, i rode back home. It is always scary and terrifying for me to ride home late at night, alone. Do send your prayers to me.
Should be doing the minutes now, but .. Let me do it some time tomorrow. My eyelids is begging to close already. The ironing? Oh, lets do it tomorrow too. (You know when its all dark and all are sleeping, i shouldnt get up just to iron clothes).
Dont get me wrong. Im not saying im super duper busy girl@woman (haha). It makes me wonder how does a superwoman work? You know, seeing all the busy mommies who hold important position within their capacity, how they just did all that? Managing kids, husband, household, meetings here and there, having career, giving speech and still keep going. Kudos to all. I admire them.
Yesterday, i browsed through Dr Daud Bakar's 'I Have 25 Hours a Day'. He's a renowned Sharia Scholar in Islamic Finance and banking but i didnt buy it. I should go for it later.
Expecting another beautiful day tomorrow in sha Allah.
