colds

Well a cold is something that can be guaranteed in Autumn if you work in a Primary school. Why didnt I remember that when I took the job?

I dont make a good ill person - I'm not awful but I aint good either. I like to loll about in bed and moan about being ill. Even though I know that, Alhamdulillah, what I fell is not too bad. I just like whinging about it. :-)

Each cold feels bad and it makes u feel so icky - my nose is blocked and I have the sniffles, not to mention the coughs and the very violent sneezing. My head feels funny, like its stuffed with cotton wool but not only that but I feel like I'm slightly drunk ( not that I know wat that feels like - this here is an imaginative thing) - u know, unsteady, slightly woozy, the world spinning around.

It doesnt help that today came the realisation that in 4 short short months I'll be 25!

me.... 25?!?!?! How is that possible? I am not that old - not that 25 is old. but in a way it is, when ur brain is insisting ur 17! How did time pass to fast???

On Saturday i went to the graveyard with my aunt and my gran. It was the 8th anniversary of my mother's passing away. It felt incredible to me that I have lived without her a day and yet 8 YEAAARS have passed, Subhanallah. Sometimes I feel like I do not know her anymore and yet at other times the need for her is as strong as it ever was for a child for its mother.

Time trinkles through our fingers like water - we cannot hold on to it, nor control it. We barely even feel it passing us by.

Time. The scariest entity of all. In this dunya it what I fear the most. I can never have enough time to ne good enough, deserving enough, grateful enough of Allah's miracles.

Yet here I am, on the brink of 25 and what have I done? What have I achieved? Who am I?

These questions need to be asked. They deserve to be asked. Because if I do not ask them of myself then who will?