Lady Boss and Her Final Note

As promised, I'm back here writing for a post, yeay! I am lowkey proud of myself guys, because usually the next post will be published in the year after. Haha. I have to be more disciplined, it's 2020 for God sake.

So, I did tell that I was the COP Director 2018/2019 in the previous post. I had an amazing year of working with my awesome 50 committee members, guided by dearest Prof Bani and Kak Aisyah. I was nominated and voted for the position, nonetheless I still think that it was luck was on my side as the other candidates, who are my friends, are capable so of that position. Regardless, I am so thankful for the priceless opportunity that comes together with leadership experience, life lessons and long lasting friendship acquired. Alhamdulillah. 

So how was it being a director? 

Honestly, it was not easy, yet bearable. Just like any other presidents or directors of student bodies, I freaked out a lot about striving for perfection. I may sound like I am exaggerating, but I used to wake up daily and the first thing I thought during shower is the to-do-lists for COP. I wanted everything to be running smoothly as planned, I reminded and pushed everyone in the group to carry out the tasks assigned and there were days when I found myself micromanaging and honestly, that is not a good trait of a leader, as you should delegate the tasks and be as inclusive as possible. But I guess it's a head thing (based on heart to heart talk with sahibae and corcor), you tend to want things to settle fast so you don't mind to do it by yourself, and because you're the one who's doing it, you know you'll put the satisfied amount of effort in task - cause you strive for best and nothing less. And it's not about others not being able to do it because most of the times, they do. And that's a trust issue which I struggled yet overcame after time. Hashtag, so proud of myself. By second semester, I fully trusted them and moved on from the insecurity for I have always knew that they're my back bone and that I can always rely on them, whenever and wherever. 

Being a director also means you have to be selfless. Have, hence it's not an option. If you are already a selfless person, then it's relatively easier but for those who aren't, it's a thing we learn later acquire in the leaders' club. Maybe a leader can choose to not be one, but the later impact towards club and members, will just show you what kind of leader you are. So, question: define selfless? Selfless can be wide, but for this discussion it revolves around the boss participation with either the members or club activities - for example, in COP, we have trips to various institutions. So, if I have a COP trip or other matter that is as equally important like the trip, the qausar director without hesitation would choose the former. But qausar first or second year COP member, would have chosen the latter - because her mindset is that there will be always cop trip and she can always participate in the future. 

When I was a director, I participated in most of the activities and was really engaged  with the members. At first, I honestly did it out of obligation - you know the responsibility of making the club running and the members to feel belonged to this safe space. But after awhile, it was out of willingness. I found this sweet feeling mixed with contentment and the excitement to spend time with committee members and learners. I also have gotten remarks like, "of course you have to be there, you are the director kut?" True, but a director isn't alone and there's a high committee to support his/her back. This was something I learnt; to draw a line between giving my all, being available all the time and to let others take in charge when I'm in need of rest. 

Last time when I wasn't a director, I always minded my own performance; be it for my own portfolio like secretary or a slot in charge for the lesson plan, for example evaluation or mini lecture. I was at my happiest state when learners reciprocate what had been taught, or my director satisfied with my work. But when I wore the director hat, it was no longer about me and my performance, rather the input gained by committee members. 

Being a lady boss was a self-growth journey. There were times when I hated myself for feeling lonely - syok sendiri, pushy, emotional and ungrateful (for wanting more and more) when there was nothing or no one did anything to me anyway; it was just me being me. I definitely learnt to be a better leader and the person I am today. I am certainly wiser, mature and composed now. I did not overthink or overreact like I used to hihi. And I am so happy that I am resting now.

Being in COP for the past 3 years, it has been very incredible to witness the growth of this club. Year by year, massive changes and improvements took place with the dedication by every committed members. And if there’s one thing that is constant since 2017 until today is that, COP has always been a home and will always be to me. I am totally in awe for all the milestones and achievements had by this club. I will surely miss doing street law later when graduating. To be able to spread hope, reach those who though they aren't part of the society is so fulfilling when being rewarded with their sparkle joy eyes. And for the continuous process of learning, delivering and attaining skills, I was blessed with new friendships, new addition to my law school survival kit.

I also am grateful for the congratulatory wishes from lecturers and law faculty members about the constant improvement of COP. I did have a concrete pillar to face ups and downs throughout the year. I am so indebted to my supportive reliable high committee; harry, alya, hakiim, azureen and syuhada, and the amazing head bureaus, dee, erin and umyra. They really put up with my annoying ass and had faith in my imperfect lead even when I, myself didn't. They were my voice when I was unable to make choice. I wish I could give them all the love and credit they deserved because they were really the persons behind this success of 2018/2019 tenure. 

And here a shout out to all COP family members. Thank you for choosing COP, for taking pride in COP and for adding colours to COP and making it your home. I wish this safe space will continually grow. I certainly can't wait to see all the wonders this club will attain in few years. 

Thank you for everything, Community Outreach Programme UM. 

:) 

Commitments... and more commitments

OH MY GOD.

I miss blogging so much. I'm not even kidding, guys.

I switched on my laptop, connected to the network, and here am typing before I click the publish button. I am so happy to be back here. I know that it wasn't that long since the last time I published a post #dramaticqausar #ohwell, but I always try to find time to let myself write. It feels very comforting to find myself pressing these buttons on the keyboard.

Life has been so busy lately and I couldn't help myself every night before sleep to stop thinking about updating this blog. I'm aware of the fact that not many of people (including friends) stop by this humble site of mine but I do feel a little sense of belonging to keep it update so I'll be able to reread and walk down the memory lane here in future. Yezza, back to sentimental qausar as always lol.

So, these are my commitments or reasons why I don't have time to socialise or why I choose sleep over people or why I get tired easily and emotional on certain nights.

1) Head marketing for LawNite

2) Head marketing for Wangi Jadi Saksi production for KARVITER 2018.

3) Secretary for Community Outreach Programme (COP).

4) and I might be joining MAG again this year.

And recently, I attended the 6th Asia Pro Bono Conference and had a week of Streetlaw workshop at the faculty under COP which it involved the international students. It was hella exhausting that I fell sick to the point my body was shivering non-stop and I could only manage to lay down in bed. No worries, ain't complaining, just telling. I'm independent woman tiber. 

Hopefully, I have more time to blog around. For now, toodles!

Perhaps my next 'Home'

But Kelana Jaya will always be my main home #ilovekelanajaya #morethancourts

here attached is me in baju kurung prep because it's Friday #ayusikit #sebenarnyaselekeh

Can you believe that it was my first time in court? I've once gone to Istana Kehakiman in Putrajaya but only to take photos hahaha #priority. But before I'll get amazed by the majestic higher court, I thought that I would go to Kompleks Mahkamah Kuala Lumpur first.

We reached there early so the whole building was quiet except for few times when my laughter echoed throughout the hallway #tryingtowakethejudgesup. Anyway, we were there for the UPNM, Zulfarhan Osman's case. It was still ongoing at the Magistrate level.

Before the judge came in which needed me to put down my phone

We entered in and the courtroom was a full house. I just love the vibes I felt through the submission and judge's replies. Btw, the magistrate is so young, sweet and so much sassiness. She should be a part-time model!  #girlcrush Anyway, the tension between both parties was SO real. It was nerve-wracking and syukur Alhamdulillah there was no scene of pulling each other's tudung or punching each other's face. The proceeding went for only less than fifteen minutes and the magistrate approved for the case to be transferred to a higher level in the high court. 

We plan to attend the next proceeding. Hopefully, we are free then insyaAllah. 

Now comes the real question, 

Should I practise?

First Day of The 3rd Semester

Oh em gee. It's 0206 a.m in the morning and I just had my second day of second-year life (do I actually live? hahaha) in law school #howcrazy #ithinkigrowsomewrinkles. Time surely flies in a blink of an eye when I unproductively spent my two months holiday with KDramas, scrolling my Instagram feed, hanging out with friends and .... sleeping most of the time. Sometimes I wonder whether I'm actually a polar bear in disguise or... hmm nvm. I'm not white anyway. 

The first day went so well, Alhamdulillah. During the morning, I got so nervous. Suddenly the systems in my body went crazy. One time I wanted to puke, then I rushed to pee and later I found myself doing star jump to ease the active butterflies in my tummy hill. 

(COP= Community Outreach Programme)

I arrived faculty, did some cut & paste for the COP board, changed my t-shirt to COP 's new t-shirt (yes fam, we have a new design!), went to Dean's briefing, attended an introductory session for the first year's orientation, conducted a booth session, had a quick meeting with Prof (who is also now a Datin #sohappyforher! ) Bani and a short meeting with the cop high-com until 7pm, then went back to hostel. FUHHH. It was indeed a tiring day but everything went smoothly that there's nothing to complain of #blessed

What a productive day and such a good day to begin my third semester.

Us with Prof Bani 

There were also several events happened during the day that I'd like to convert it in words so I can later reread back and get emotional (bahahaha). But later in the next post. 

Stay tuned! 

1/3 of The Sixteen

It almost three years since the day I bid Taiping goodbye and since then, my classmates have always been trying to gather for a reunion. This time around (which took us three years after we sat for SPM), we determined to make it happen. I would say that it was  Aliah's effort to private message each one of us while at the same time we were discussing in our class group. I also helped, 0.1% of the whole plan by surveying homestay which at last we ended up not there HAHAHA We just wanted to cut the budget and at the same time, there was last minute pull out due to inevitable circumstances. But that is okay'cause we are going to do this every year #sotheycantbeabsentnextyear

The previous weekend was probably one of the best parts of this semester's holiday. It started on Friday evening when I picked up Wani (who got lost in the building to find ATM machine) at TBS and Maryam who reached my house at 2am while Wani and I were still up, laughing, reminiscing the great old school memories. 

The next morning was the highlight of the weekend, the gathering! So, out of 24 people of class 16, there were the 8 of us; 6 girls and 2 boys; Ai, Aliah, Amirah, Maryam, Wani, Uzair, Luqman Asri and I.  

8 people???

Like seriously, a class gathering of 8 people???

I know, that is like 1/3 of the class (look guys I am still good at fraction) but I personally think that it was a great achievement 'cause majority of my classmates are from the north but they tried their best to make it to this little meet up held in KL  #sistouching. Also, those who could not make it also tried their best to attend but what to do when the time clashed with their personal business that they had to attend #stillsistouching

We had brunch in Seoul Garden, Paradigm Mall and performed our zohor prayer before we off to One Utama to play bowling. After bowling, we had bingsu for evening dessert. Time was absolutely well-spent as we had a very very nice catch-up. My heart felt so warm to be sitting in round, looking at my friends' faces and I hope this friendship will stay as it is for a long long time. (Aamiin)

 

After some time, we were tired of the boys already  (BAHAHA I bet they were the one who got tired of us), so we sent Uzair and Luqman Asri to KL Sentral before we headed to Kepong, where Aliah is staying. On our way, we stopped by Mydin to buy groceries 'cause we were going to have a picnic on the next day. That night, we had dinner at a Thai restaurant and planned to go for a karaoke. Luck was not on our side (or more likely that Allah wanted us to have a rest #veryoptimistic), most of the karaoke centers were attached to pub and bar so we had no choice except to go home which actually a good idea 'cause most of us were actually very tired and sleepy. In the car on our way home, we scrolled the windows down and sang a lot of random malay indonesian songs wholeheartedly. We sang so well especially a song by Armada, Asal Kau Bahagia. I think it is time for us to quit whatever we are doing now and debut ourselves as a girl band #brilliantidea #theonlywaywecansticktogetherasagroup

I slept next to Ai and Amirah that night very comfortably ♥

The next morning, we woke up for subuh but did not go back to sleep, instead we cooked for breakfast (ehem yes we did. pm for my phone number). We divided tasks; some of us cooked the bee hoon, some prepared sandwiches, and some fried the meatball. That breezy morning, we managed to have a girl talk which later led to the lat tali tamplon game to decide who will shower first. We got ready and off to the south. We stopped by Taman Saujana Hijau for a mini-picnic at one noon (what were we thinking hahaha), prayed at Masjid Besi and had late lunch in Alamanda. Later, we went to TBS and I sent everyone back to their hometown. Told you that they stayed in the north except for Aliah and I. Before I went home, I stopped by at Aliah's house because I freaking left my purse at her house (which means I drove the whole day without a license from Kepong to Putrajaya) #luckilynoroadblock #clumsyasalways #lessonlearnt

Picnic at one noon with a black plastic bag as a mat? NO PROBLEM

Everyone looks sweet but  Aliah kills the mood with her new style #veryretroish #shelistenstosinarfmiguess

Don't frown Maryam. What to do when I am naturally cuter than you #canthelpit #iwasbornthisway

❤ 6/14 girls of class 16  ❤

A photo with our personal photographer, he deserves a picture with us the cool ladies #youarewelcomeLA

I realise that all of us have changed in our own way  (at least a little bit, not necessarily be a big change); we were not exactly the same person who we were used to be in school. That is for sure because life is moving forward and some events do shape us into someone new. Nevertheless of who we are today, the same old beautiful feeling is still there unchanged 

I am truly blessed and genuinely happy for this meetup. Words may not be enough to express the emotion I have been having lately. Whenever loneliness strikes, I cannot help it but feel a little bit of emptiness. I wish to spend more time with these people or to start over my upper high-school life all over again with the same buddies I had a wonderful time with. 

Thank you, Allah for these awesome people (everyone including those who cannot make it too). 

and you are welcome guys, for my presence in your life #iknowyouguysloveme

Till next time! 

Dayang Nurrqausar

On a very lazy Thursday evening, my Whatsapp notification popped out on the phone screen and it was from Tadwini. I am not sure if I've ever introduced her before on this blog, but she's one of my very good friends since foundation studies. Our gang is called... ATAN (I know right it sounds so loser lol but there's more elaboration on that (Let's hope that I'll blog about this soon). She had several tickets of Tapestry of Colour, a fund-raising orchestra concert by the Universiti Teknologi Petronas (UTP) students collaborated with outside guests and this time around, the main guest was Dayang Nurfaizah! It was held at Petronas Filharmonik Hall at KLCC, every orchestra's and band's dream to perform here. No one can resist this opportunity so I knew that I cannot miss the chance! 

We (I) came late that we missed the first part of the opening show (gosh traffic jammed!) but the three hours show was amazing! I was so impressed with the UTP students, they play instruments so well and it was so extra because they study engineering and soon to be Malaysia's future engineers. Haish so talented. I wish to become one too but the only instrument that I can play is recorder and songs such as Mary had a little lamb and Aku Burung Tiong (Cikgu Asmida is going to be so proud reading this). I also am going to attach here, Dayang's Lelaki Teragung, you are going to be really amazed! 

Hugs and big thank you to Tadwini for actually asking me out for the concert. It was also nice to meet Miera, Tadwini's school friend who also joined us that beautiful evening. 

Below, Dayang's magical voice and above, our glowing face helped by the evening sunshine. 

I wish I have a great voice too so that later I can be a part-time lawyer and the remaining hours to be spent as a singer and you can call me, Dayang Qausar or Rizq Nurfaizah.

Busy girl

Hola amigos.

I'm now home. But just for a night 'cause I'll be back tomorrow. Though it's Wednesday (I don't have any classes every Weds hihi) but I've a replacement Contract II tutorial tomorrow. So yeap, I'll be saying hi to um pj gate tomorrow noon. Hm well I'm actually waiting for maghrib to berbuka puasa ganti. Ramadhan is coming up soon, better be prepared physically, mentally and in a good state of Iman, insyaAllah.

It's week 5 according to the academic calendar. Everyone's getting busier. Assignment due date and tests approaching. Besides the hectic usual routine of a law student's life, I have extra commitments for 12th College Dinner @ MAG as a sponsorship bureau, involved myself with the UMxUI Street Law program under COP as well as being the secretary for my batch's social engagement and the college's magazine, Royalzine. Phew. I can tell you that my life has been so productive and and full with excitement lately. There's always something that I look forward to everyday. I'm so blessed and content for the opportunity and experiences I had and have. In fact, one of my goal this semester is to stretch out my potential to the best I could and to embrace every moments productively.

Maghrib is in 10 minutes. *run to the dining table*

InsyaAllah I'll update more, soon!

your shop assistant

Holidays left for a few days more and guess who's nervous as heck to begin her new semester of bachelor? 

ME (oh man, that's so obvious) 

Cut to the chase, yes I was working as a cashier in a pharmacy for two months (plus two weeks) with the objectives to fulfill my time and yknow, to gain experience which hopefully benefits me in the future  (cliche nya eeww). Even though I signed the contract as a full-timer cashier, but being a cashier also means being an all-rounder in the store. Working was tiring but the experiences are just pure gold.

I learnt a lot throughout the two months. I learnt something that I, myself couldn't obtain in school or college. It has to be gained from an absolute new place, out of my comfort zone. I mingled with people who are completely different with me. Different in terms of background, spirit and passion, faith, ways of thinking and sense of humor. 

I have to admit, the first month of working was kinda horrible. I did not know how to blend in with the permanent staffs and I tend to repeat the same mistakes while being a cashier (wrongly scanned or key in the wrong button etc) which then led to being rebuked by my executive or supervisor. It was also frustrating that I had no friend to talk to at work, or to joke around you know, having fun while working. I hated the moment I've got to get ready to leave for work. It was a bitter month for me, you see. 

But then, there was this one morning I woke up and promised myself to enjoy myself at work.  I've decided to stop being quiet and just be me. And I did. I talked more, laughed more, did some lame jokes and suddenly, we were good. the kakak who I could guess that she disliked me looking at the way I was treated, suddenly laughed to my crappy jokes, talked more with me and sometimes, she shared her life stories which made us friends. Alhamdulillah. 

I also improved my communication skills, of course after two months plus of promoting deal of the day and promotions. I also learnt to be nice to customers tho they sometimes are so freaking rude. I remembered I was so angry this one lady who treated me like her hamba abdi then she got mad at me for something I didn't deserve. I felt like screaming of frustration at that time but luckily was comforted by one of my colleagues hahaha geram ok. 

There was this one time, a senior of mine (basically, she is four years older than me if I'm not mistaken, I recognise her face BUT WE NEVER TALK AT ALL AT SCHOOL because you know, she is a senior and i am the junior) came to the store. At the cashier counter, she asked me whether I used to school in kj, and I nodded. And out of nowhere, she got emotional and scolded me for working. She was preaching on the importance of education and mad at me for abandoning my studies. Yes guys, she was assuming I did not further my studies :') When I told her that I'm waiting for degree result, she was "eh kenapa awak dah nak sambung degree, awak kan muda lagi" bingo. 

Also, this one Chinese auntie who always stop by the store. She is considered as a regular customer. I guess she is in her early 70s. She likes to chat with me but there was a problem with it...... She cannot speak malay AT ALL and her english wasn't good so she spoke to me in Mandarin :') and throughout the conversation, I only nodded, laughed and said "oooooo i see" Guys, I've tried my best ok. 

I also did not understand guys who came to pharmacy and looking for cigarette. Excuse me, this is a health and beauty store?????? Also those jerks who came to us (female staffs) and asked what's the condom for. LONG SIGH. Cheap guys.

On the bright side, I am thankful for the kind customers who said "thank you", "please" and also wished me a good day. May God bless them as they made my day better. I also received duit raya from the several customers during raya season hehe There were a few of them also who actually tried to read my nametag so that they could pronounce my name. terharu gila ok. 

I guess, those are 20% of my moments working in a pharmacy. There are a lot more, but I'm saving it in my heart instead (cehwah actually i am lazy lol). All in all, I'm so blessed for the productive two months. Honestly, I decided to work just because I have nothing much to do during the long holiday. But there are people who work because they have to, who work because they desperately in need of money, for their family and kids. 

I kinda dislike the idea of working according to shifts 6 days in a week most importantly, something that isn't my passion. May Allah bless them all who work hard every day, seeking for halal rezeki with barakah.  You are all heroes. 

*vaccum*

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

I am sorry that i always come here, typing then end up saving the posts as draft instead.  I am not a good writer huuuuu.

life update

1) i am working in a pharmacy. 

wooohoooo yeap. it has been around two months now and I am quitting end of this month heee. I'll blog longer about my experiences and what i learnt later, insyaAllah. 

2) i got my examination result for semester two. 

i actually wrote a very long post for this matter but at the very last minute of posting, i had some thoughts that stopped me from clicking the "publish" button. i am very very very afraid of being judged. but just to let you know that my result was, alhamdulillah beyond my expectation. 

3) eid

selamat hari raya semua! maaf zahir batin atas segala salah silap, yang tersengaja dan tak sengaja. and any of the wrong doings towards me, forgiven too! kosong kosong ye.

i have a lot of thoughts and words to share but i dont know where to start! hopefully, i am able to hihi 

that's all for now, adios!

Badan Wakil Pelajar

If I'm going to write about the journey I rode, I could write a thick book with hundreds of chapters. Therefore, this is just the simplified version of my story.

My highschool life was just a typical student's life but I chose to add spices to it and I found it to be very beautiful and mesmerising. It all started when I decided to sign up to be a student representative council (src) back then in year 2013. 

Going through the stages really taught me a lot of things; to mind what you say, to always be positive no matter how hard you battling with life and to accept people's opinion and respect them for whoever they are. Speaking the truth, I never thought that I would go that far until reality hit me, my name was announced during morning assembly. 

First meeting was held. An awkward introduction in the meeting room, we exchanged our glimpsed and smiled to one another and had a small talk about serious things. When I thought about it, it's crazy how time flies and we finally discovered that we had each other's back. And, I never thought that from acquaintances, we could call ourselves a family.

Our first task was handling the formal monday assembly. Second,it was teacher's day 2013. And in the middle of the year, we came with the idea about our first project, dirgahayu negaraku. 

I remembered, everything went well until we had to replanned last minute because of principal's sudden order. To enlarge the mess,some of us were going to global leadership camp. It was a really hard time back then. A day before the event, I had fever and I remembered how Sahira and Azwar worked really hard and helped me a lot when all I could do was sleeping with migraine. On the actual day, we carried out the programmes but in the end, we were thrown with water from the big longkang. I remembered we all were scared of going back to hostel and being bashed by everyone when in the first place, our intention is not to abuse anyone but actually, one of the phases to unite the batch. 

Come to think about it, how amazing we are from a small project like dirgahayu negaraku, we managed to handle big programmes; superhero teacher's and staff's day and starry starry night annual dinner? Especially during annual dinner. Everyone had their own committee and I was in charged on performances and tentative. I remembered how our life turned upside down because of annual dinner. Sleepless night where we had meeting every night until 2am, paper works, meeting with skps and companies outside, business outing. There was this one day when I was in my school uniform from 6am until 11pm. And a day before the dinner was held, I cried of stress because it's too tiring. That's only my part doesn't include my mates' story. We all have our own struggles. But the good things are, we always support one another and not being selfish even though we are busy with our own part. 

I would be a liar if I tell you we're always okay. There are also times we quarreled and disagreed with contradict ideas and opinions. We fought till we cried then we hugged tightly, said sorry and be okay and even closer. And we're just ordinary human. Sometimes we got offended with one another but open table and discussion are always the best way to solve. And to not have a good relationship in a team is surely hard; task aren't progressing and we can't put 100% focus on studies. It's very important for us to have a good bond, seriously. 

When I think about it, I hardly believe that we managed to go through and cope our hectic life from zero to hero. It's amazing how little time we got for ourselves and most of our precious minutes,hours and effort, we sacrificed for school and batch. We went through all the hassles in fact most of us have no experience on being one. Perhaps being one means having fun 24/7, walk gracefully with grey uniform and rule the school like there's no tomorrow. But no matter how details I'm going to elaborate about the feels of "actually" being one, no one would understand until they face it on their own. Being hatred and blamed but still keeping our head held high because we would always be silent heroes.

I am always grateful for meeting them. 

People have been asking "what is the point of being one but you didn't get offer to any scholar or interview?" 

I would answer that later, 

when I achieve my dream. 

from left; Azwar, Nash, Raziq, Aqil, Syawal, Nabiel, Irfan, Respected advisor Cg Zaman, Beloved advisor Cg Faizah, Masturah, Arifa, Nabilah, Husna, Qausar, Khairina, Sahira; with full of love

Thank you for the superb memories, surely good time with all of you. 

May Allah bless this endless friendship.

& I'm sorry for my flaws, am just an ordinary girl with a huge responsibility. Forgive my imperfect lead, I'm giving my best with all my might lillahitaala

Cheers.

I've wanted to do this for so long; to clean up the mess in this site. I feel like to stop expressing on my daily routine and start to express thoughts from my own perspective. I've afforded a dainty notebook from kaison to doodles my untalented sketch, inspiring quotes and daily routines. My languages becoming more deteriorated day by day and that makes me feeling uneasy. But then, my korean vocabulary is developing bit by bit. I'm not sure whether to delight or feeling glump for the sign that shows that I'm being unproductive that I past the time with k-dramas.

Whatever it is, so glad to back on path and run the blog. I hope that I have the time to compose more InsyaAllah.