I've just made some decisions about the next and final year of my academic life but I don't even know if I'm going to get through this one. There's a lot going on in my head right now and while I maintain my smile, I'm secretly fighting with my fears. Sometimes I wish it would rain on me, so that my fears can wash away. Not much makes sense inside my head but I know its all there for a reason. Before I seek salvation for the wars, there's one battle I need to win first; the battle with myself.
Lately, I've learnt a lot and I've realised something new: that for everything that Allah takes away, surely He gives something back. And that pretty much balances everything out. So I'm thankful for my trials, for my losses and for my pain coz I know now that after the storm...comes the clouds. And one day, it'll rain on me. :)
