I really can't think of a title for this one. Lol.

In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful
Assalamualaikum

Title: I really can't think of a title for this one. :P

* Read this post at your own risk, because it is written in bad english & the tone that I have used for this entry, is that of an informal one. I'm feeling a little o_o today, so I can't phrase my sentence properly. Bahaha. *

We're now in the midst of Syawal and Pergas SPIe has resumed its lesson again. After that one month of long break for Ramadhan, I finally get to quench my thirst of dying for His  ilm' all over again. Last Wednesday was the beginning of a new module, Tafsir; my favourite module of all time. I enjoyyyyyy learning the Tafsir. I mean, who doesn't? Lol, for someone who doesn't understand a single word of Arabic like me, I definitely need a teacher to help me understand about the contents of the Quran. I mean, what's the whole point of reciting the Quran when we don't even bother to make the effort to know about the meaning behind each verse right?

But unfortunately, the class is no longer as cheerful as before. The environment I mean. On Wednesday, 10 people had turned up. Well I guess that's okay. But on Friday, only 8 people had turned up. Since the class had first started in January, from a class of about a 20 odd, now in September, we're down to less than 10 people. And that's really sad cos the atmosphere's just so different and there are so many empty seats. Definitely not a pretty sight. Nuh-ah-ah.

I remembered how, the class used to have so much fun with this Pak Aji who was pretty good in tarannum. He was good at cracking jokes and is always so loud-spoken. The class no longer laughs as much now because he has withdrawed from the class. And then there used to be this Bilal who was quite humorous, but unfortunately, he too could not continue with the class anymore and I heard that he has moved on to Al-Zuhri Institute.

Sigh. The environment in the class is like so solemn and it's kinda awkward sometimes because when Ustaz asks questions, no one would really answer and then there would be this longggggg awkward silence in the room. Hah, forget about all that. Semester 3 exams would be coming soon. I'd better get back to my memorisation for Tafsir. Tafsir's syafawi exam is like coming up on the 5th week and we've got 7 Surahs to memorise; Surah Al-Bayinnah, Al-'Adiyat, Az-Zalzalah, Al-Qadr, Al-Fajar, Ad-Duha, and Al-'Alaq.

And so far, I've only memorised 1; Al-'Adiyat. Greattttt.

Oh, and I would like to convey my deepest condolonces to Kak Deejah; whose father had passed away during the last few days of Ramadhan. Al-fatihah. Seeing someone who had lost their father, only made me realised how much my father means to me. I love you daddy. <3

& having said that, Kak Deejah too will no longer be able to attend the night classes anymore. I am gonna miss her. Really. She's another funny one. Her gigglings and laughters, always make my day! Oh and she's never short of chocolates, sweets and sweet & sour plum supplies. She'll always bring them to class as it helps her to stay awake. Lol, it helps me stay awake too because she'd share a portion of her snacks with the ladies in class. Ah, what a fine bubbly young lady she is. I'm gonna miss her terribly!

I don't really know how to end this post because I'm feeling so *_*. Pardon me for my bad English and the informal tone that I've used in this entry. It's really bad I know. Ah, so it's Monday tomorrow? Lots of spring cleaning to be done at home because on Tuesday, dad's colleagues from Assyakirin Mosque will be coming over for a Hari Raya visit. What with all those big time ustaz, imams and ustazahs coming over, the house definitely needs to be in a spick and span condition!

Okay, so I think I'll end my post here and proceed to lala land and dream about Spongebob Squarepants. Byeeeeeeeee people.