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I say a little prayer...

I want to start my entry today with a prayer that I always say especially when I'm beginning my journey to work;

"Ya Allah, please grant me longevity and keep my family and I away from harmful illnesses.
Ya Allah, help me to strengthen my Iman, increase my patience and lift my spirits to face my daily challenges.
Ya Allah, please protect me and my family from harm of people and other beings.
Ya Allah, please keep me away from unnecessary pressures, torture and stresses caused by other people.
Ya Allah, please keep my family and I safe from dangerous situations and extreme sadness."

These are words I ask from GOD most frequently because it's sort of my blanket against all potential evils and sadness that I may face. I have other prayers that I recite, which is sort of like a habit and intro to these more specific prayers. The intro prayers are Quranic verses recited in Arabic. But since I do not speak Arabic unless it's from the Quran, I thought GOD would understand even if I did say my prayers in malay or english. HE is after all the Almighty.

It's Thursday already and truly I thank GOD that the work week is almost up. I am physically and mentally exhausted especially since I've not been sleeping well for the past two nights. Probably because my mind kept going back to unconscious worries. When I'm awake, I know that it's not my worry and I am more relaxed about it. But then in slumber I just couldn't control my mind's wandering. I would end up waking up in the middle of the night sweating and sometimes in a panic (because it was too hot and I thought I'd overslept). I would also dream of things that made sense in my sleep but doesn't in real life. And I would wake up more tired than when I went to bed the night before with dread because I only wished for a bit more sleep without worrying about going to work. But with the weekend just around the corner, I'm sure I'd be rejuvenated soon enough!

My plight to change careers is very much still on fire. More so now than ever, in fact. I hope that I would soon be on the contributing line once again. The support I've been getting from friends and family keeps fueling me on to go for it and it's in my prayers, hopes, actions and thoughts all the time. *silently prays*

Now, I hope and pray for a good day today and everyday for myself and everyone else. Amin... :D


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