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My mentor in mentoring group, Teh Juan hafidzahullahu ta'ala, sent us video link to watch, review, and share the insight we got from the video. Last Thursday, she sent us a video that read a book titled "Yan's Hajj, Journey of a lifetime" The story begin with a muslim named Yan want to perform pilgrimage to baitullah. Yan is a farmer who work very hard to achieve that dream. Years later, he have a bag of money that I assumed for the travel expense. In the end of the story, Yan can do pilgrimage beautifully. But, you know, I already thought there must be some problem to achieve his dream. First, when the money already enough, he met some children crying because of their school was burnt. Then, Yan going to repair their school and of course the process need a lot of money and Yan using his money for it. This choice have consequence for Yan going back to his village and should start saving money from scratch. And he CHOOSE it so that the children can go learn at their sc

Alhamdulillah. So, apparently I read a book that have title "Bismillah Soup" by Asmaa Hussein. The book have sweet ilustration with easy words to understand. I know the book because my mentor, Teh Juan, asked me to watch a video on youtube with the book being a content in that video.  At first, I only watch the video audio-book with straight face because I didnt feel something unusual. I think it just a book for children until I found that phrase: It all started with just one Bismillah. I think that phrase hit me hard relate to my condition. So many things happened lately and I felt I didnt have time to digest the wisdom, the hikmah of this existing situation. Even as I write this blog, I still havent finished understanding what situation is this that come to me; i still havent finished thinking and feeling about it. And it is getting worse because little by little my body showed I was worrying too much. Yup. Too much. And my latest hypothesis is I forgot the true, the real m