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Time flies so fast that it’s already Friday again.  I was just ‘asking’ for another weekend to recover from my last weekend and here it is.

Since last Friday, it has been an unreservedly busy week.  I have been trying to adapt with the new environment i.e. new office. There are office politics to learn, rules to follow, things to get used to, people to make friends with… and plus it’s a big change that takes some adjusting to get used to   It is taxing, yes, but I hafta admit, it is fun to learn new things.  Plus the charity work I was helping on on Sunday.

Since last Friday I couldn’t put my focus on things as I have been ‘distrubed’ by calls and texts from the lady that I previously blogged about.  I wasn’t quite sure what she wanted but it was utterly annoying.  She became more aggressive in sending me texts on Saturday morning.  My phones keep on beeping and vibrating that I had lost my concentration.  And my mind was full of her last weekend.

On Monday morning, as early as 8.00 am, I received a call from her.  I thought it’s about time for me to just answer her call and tell her to get a life.  But… when I answered the call, she was crying uncontrollably, telling me that the husband wanted a divorce.  It really shocked me to the bone.  I almost cried.  Well okay, I’m a wussy, I cried.

I thought it was just a small jealousy of a woman and an anger of a man and that it would be a temporary whimper of a couple who’s having a disagreement.   But to file for a divorce, that was something... massive.

It is a dangerous territory and I do not recommend anyone to go ‘there’. Now, I am not writing about this subject to speak from my soapbox about what I know that you don't.   I have seen the devastating effects that breakups can have. I have felt it.  It so hurting ciz it represents the loss, not just of the relationship, but also of shared dreams and commitments and also the future.  And what hurt the most is when the emptiness and despair take hold and won't go away.  You started to have trouble with your eating and sleeping patterns. 

What is hard about breaking-up is embracing the truth. 

In life, be it relationship or friendship,  I believe, it is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you lived so guardedly that you might as well not have lived at all.  In which case, you have failed by default.

Awkayyy.  Yeah! Enuff bout them.  Its Ramadhan I should be posting something encouraging.  I’m sorry.

My this year’s first Ramadhan would be Alyssa’s first tarawikh too. I had to pick the last Saf and the last on the line.  She was all geared up for the solat tarawikh knowing that she is granted by her gramma to follow us adults.  Sadly for her,  the Imaam reads pretty lengthy surahs though and at the middle of each surah she whispered me so many questions -- “mama bila nak habis?”, “mama bila boleh turun?” (turun as in sujud), “mama I’m tired”—and many others that diverted my solat.

Last night I decided to stay at home since she seemed tired following us, but to my amazement, she cautioned me about the time as she saw my parents were preparing to leave for the surau.   And she wanted to come too.  I’ve never been any prouder.