This week has by far been one of the most hectic weeks of my life. I had a deadline and an assessment; the preparations and workload I had for both really tested my mental/physical strength. For one, surviving on 1 to 3 hours of sleep everyday was not fun. Caffeine is now an essential part of my diet.
The day before my deadline and assessment, I found out my favourite cat in the whole wide world died so the hours I spent crying did no good to my already tired eyes. I hate that feeling; when your energy is drained after crying. It's a strange phenomenon which I truly find inconvenient.
On Friday, right after a looong day at uni, and after only 2 hours of sleep, I made my way to London. I had to wake up before 6am the next day to make my way to Manchester for a day-trip. I headed there to attend an Islamic exhibition in hopes of finding interviewees for my dissertation and my efforts were proven fruitful because I found awesome interviewees and a really good case study.
Where the exhibition was held:
The exhibition also had a 'renewing' effect on my faith. Sometimes with all the things going on in my life, I forget to look into myself and remind myself that I'm on this earth for a much bigger purpose. Living in a rather secular country can sometimes have a dimming effect on one's faith which I always make an effort to resist.
Whether some people know it or not, I'm a pretty spiritual person but of course, only God can Judge me on this. I'm no saint but I'm always striving to be a better person and make a difference. Baby steps.
Secondary to my main purpose of being in Manchester were my friends. I've plenty of old school friends studying there so I made an effort to see them even if it was for a few hours. Seeing them after so long was such an amazing experience. All the memories of being a teenager came flooding back.
Top left: Farah | Top right: Jean | Bottom left: Sally | Bottom right: Hamid
Fun fact: Only ONE of them is Malaysian and that's Jean! Farah's from Maldives, Sally's from South Korea and Hamid's from Indonesia. I'm pretty lucky to have friends from so many different countries and it's honestly the biggest privilege of having attended an international school. I learn SO much about their culture and customs which is fundamental in understanding people.
Sometimes I feel that we live in fear of foreign influences because we don't make an effort to discover the unknown. It's only when we learn to understand people that we dispel any hatred and negative sentiments towards them. Diversity is such a good thing; it's a pity many people choose to be so secluded.
Ah well, lets not focus on those that tarnish the image of mankind. There are always so many wonderful people out there. :)