T-95, As-Salam

Today I had the opportunity to attend a training session hence was dismissed from work at 12pm.

The venue was at Tanjong Pagar and I wanted to do Zuhur as the event will end around 5pm. Googled and found a musolla as directed by the good people who shared online. A peaceful, simple praying area on level 7 of International Plaza.

Something interesting happened before I reached the cosy area.

Have you ever wondered why certain things happen but you can’t seem to understand why it happened? Sometimes I wonder why I do certain things because I can just blank out and have to pull my senses together to focus on the task at hand. It happens whenever I’m too occupied with my thoughts.

But what happened just now was me walking with an aim but I just had to take the more torturous (longer, slower and more crowded) route. No idea why I braved through the lunch time crowd when i could have walked outside and skip the crowd altogether.

I was looking for a toilet to take my wudhu. Then I saw one. But alas, it was for executives and there was a lock.

I turned around to continue with the toilet hunt but there was a lady behind me and she asked if I wanted to winter the toilet. I didn’t want to go into areas that are off limits but she insisted that it’s fine and that she’s holding the key. She insisted I could use the staff toilet.

Ya Rabb. At that moment, I felt that she was God sent because I wanted to thank her again but couldn’t find her. Well, it’s still lunch time…heh.

May she be blessed as she eased my way towards You. The feeling was indescribable.

Alhamdulillah.

Afterwards, the training went for about 2 hours instead of 3.

Naturally, I had a hard time trying to stay awake. Can’t stand inactivity. Super thankful though that I was released early from work at about 4pm so that I can reach Bugis early for qudwah.

So I decided to do some ring hunting (macam faham tanya things like: boleh resize tak ring kalau I get fatter one day, is this real gold? Got discount? Can I change the ring into rose gold?) But mehhhh. I can’t find anything that I like..(i love looking at other ladies wearing diamond rings but I can’t see myself wearing one because I deal with patients and it might injure them?? idk)..how ah.

Shopped for something and then I visited my old intern place to support another intern place who had an exhibition going on.

What I thought was about me supporting them turned out to be them inspiring me. Honestly inspired after going through the mini exhibition about written dakwah done by our Muslims. The change in platform is inevitable. Example: from paper to social media. But the important thing is, writing down knowledge to share the good will always stay relevant. In fact, much needed.

Major respect for how some scholars/writers listened to their teachers, wrote them down and shared for the benefit of others. Reminded me of dear sahabat. She never fails to write notes in all talks that she attends and would always share them. MashaAllah. May Allah bless our writers today the same hikmah of past writers in writing. May the writing landscape for dakwah continue to shine.

Then i made my way to Qudwah.

Took the opportunity to read today’s asmaul husna and it resonates so well to the current mood I’m feeling while waiting for class to start.