Maryam, Maryam... oh Maryam

I was 6 that time when I went to the clinic with Abah to get my check up,  I couldn't breath well. Tight chest. Like a big stone pressing against myself. .. Perhaps that was not my first time visiting the clinic because of asthma,but that was the only vivid image I could recall ... It was never comfortable to live with the feeling of having heavy stones on your chest- Breathing was hard. Talking was hard. Eating was hard. Everything just don't feel right, whether sleeping or wide awake. But Alhamdulillah, I'm still here; writing,trying to share some of my life as an asthmatic person for more than 20 years. Well ... - During my childhood, I didn't do lots of sports and it was until we were in the UK that I got involve in swimming classes and some child- gymnastics activity...quite flexible I am ;) - People call me names like "sempot" (hmm..I don't know what this word is in English) - I am allergy to certain food because they trigger my asthma su

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      One of the good things that happen in Ramadhan every year is that those who teaches the afternoon session get to go back early ;) (who's not happy about it?)Though the classes ended early, yet I still have to travel an hour before reaching home. 1 hour = 60 minutes = 3600 secs Now, that's a lot of seconds. As to utilize all the time that I have ,while driving, I would usually turn to ikim or hotFM for entertainment. Ikim would most of the time be intellectually engaging, I love that. It keeps my mind busy. Whereas hotFM, is just for the ears, just for some noise. I guess the talk on ikim today incited me to update my blog today ;) It was Brother Shah Kirit talking. I've always adore those who reverted to Islam. Among them: Yusuf Islam, Brother Ridhwan Tee, Yusof Estee, Suhaib Web, Brother Shakour and Matin (my lecturers in IIUM). They have an understanding of Islam that is super much better than myself-one who's a Muslim through heredity. I do feel asha