11 July 2012


اَلسَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكَا تُهُ

I was alone then. But it felt just nice. My face still cool from the wudhu' and a few naughty drops clinging to my beard. "I like this place," I thought. "No, I love it". It is always calm, and not too cool nor too hot. Just right.

I used to have a place like this once. Okay, more than once. One time in our old house, but when we shifted to the next street, the place was lost.One more time at school. It became the place I so often walked to when I need time alone (which is not often). It became my fortress of solitude. My sanctuary, a place where I can collect my thoughts.

But I didn't know it then. I did not know it until today, today - the day I found my third place of peace. I once more have a spot to call when things get out of hand, but this time it's different.

Different because: 1) This place lies in me, with me, within me. 2) I'm making this place my hobby.

So you can bet (insyaAllah) that I'll be here often. Are you curious yet? Well, only He knows what my new hobby is, where my fortress of solitude lie and how often I go there. The rest of you lot need not know :)

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