Hold on tight.

As I sat down listening to Ustaz Azhar Idrus speech at the mosque after perfoming maghrib prayer,I tilted myself leaning against the wall.suddenly,a sister came and sat down on the floor right in front me.She was a bit late to perform a congregational prayer so she prayed by her own.I looked up to her.she was my senior during high school.she was one of the best students in my school during the past.I was watching her performing the prayer.she was really beautiful.seriously I tell you.I stared at her face.she kept on closed and opened her eyelids trying to khusyu'.she didnt looked at people.her head downcast while listening to the speech.she got a puffy eyes.do you know what I felt as I looked at her? I was amazed by her ways.theres something at her that urge me to change.she covered her aurah completely.she was wearing socks.thats was the thing that I hardly do.kejap on.kejap off.*sigh.

I even had the thought of not going anywhere.I just want to stay in the mosque all the time and get closed to Him.but I realized that Im not supposed to be that way.studying architecture is also part of my ibadah.it is also one of the ways for me to contribute something to society and to gain rewards from Him.
Actually,I always try to be good.to be a better muslim.but sometimes I broke my words.
but Im not going to give up.

shaiitan always be there to lead astray.
so be firm.hold on tight to the rope of Allah .think about death..think about paradise.
you shall succeed.InshaAllah.