Anis = 21
Every time it's my birthday, I feel a renewed sense of self.
I feel like one chapter of my life has come to an end and with a switch of time which marks a new day, a new chapter is started.
Welcome, Chapter 21! Alhamdulillah, with His will, I am still able to inhale and exhale as per normal. I am able to see, hear, talk and walk. I am able to feel and touch. I am able to study, read and write. I am able to love and be loved. I am able to believe and have faith. I am able to have peace.
Before going to work, my mother video called me and sang "happy birthday" to me alongside my youngest sister who was getting ready to go to school.
In reviewing Chapter 20, I felt a deep sense of gratitude.
Last year, this date, I was celebrating my birthday with my friends in KTJ who kindly baked me a cake amidst exam season.
Not so long after, my A-level results were just one grade lower than what was required of me to go study at the University of Nottingham. But, alhamdulillah, it was just enough for me to continue my scholarship. And a few days after, alhamdulillah, there was a confirmed place for me at this university. In between those days, I was stuck in a realm of uncertainty which made me like a broken switch: crying on and off.
Fast forward to university days, I encountered challenges in my degree but still found passion and interest.
I met a number of good friends who became my support system and family in the UK.
I had my first rented house.
I became the head coordinator of an event for the first time.
I had my first Europe trip with my close circle of friends.
I posted my first international postcard.
And with so many firsts in my newly blossoming age of 20, I learnt the meaning of independence albeit having some sort of dependence.
Hopefully, I will improve as a person in Chapter 21. There's so much more to learn and give.
Bismillah.
I feel like one chapter of my life has come to an end and with a switch of time which marks a new day, a new chapter is started.
Welcome, Chapter 21! Alhamdulillah, with His will, I am still able to inhale and exhale as per normal. I am able to see, hear, talk and walk. I am able to feel and touch. I am able to study, read and write. I am able to love and be loved. I am able to believe and have faith. I am able to have peace.
Before going to work, my mother video called me and sang "happy birthday" to me alongside my youngest sister who was getting ready to go to school.
In reviewing Chapter 20, I felt a deep sense of gratitude.
Last year, this date, I was celebrating my birthday with my friends in KTJ who kindly baked me a cake amidst exam season.
Not so long after, my A-level results were just one grade lower than what was required of me to go study at the University of Nottingham. But, alhamdulillah, it was just enough for me to continue my scholarship. And a few days after, alhamdulillah, there was a confirmed place for me at this university. In between those days, I was stuck in a realm of uncertainty which made me like a broken switch: crying on and off.
Fast forward to university days, I encountered challenges in my degree but still found passion and interest.
I met a number of good friends who became my support system and family in the UK.
I had my first rented house.
I became the head coordinator of an event for the first time.
I had my first Europe trip with my close circle of friends.
I posted my first international postcard.
And with so many firsts in my newly blossoming age of 20, I learnt the meaning of independence albeit having some sort of dependence.
Hopefully, I will improve as a person in Chapter 21. There's so much more to learn and give.
Bismillah.
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