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Cover up!

Ive been drafting this entry a lot of time but I was a bit hesitate to blog about it. So much reason behind it and I was thinking too, to close this blog. But too sayang.

I dun have much peeps around me to share stuff and I am pretty bad in expressing what I actually feel verbally. So, yeah.. Im keeping this blog.

At least for myself.

So, if I said Im fully wearing hijab should I delete my old pictures. Hmmm.. Maybe yes and maybe later. For now, all I could say is, past is past.

A new Amy? I hope too InsyaAllah. Last friday, I had lunch treat by my sister-cousin. I asked whats the occasion, she said to celebrate the new Amy. Well.. Yes, minus hijab, minus 5 times a day and Quran reciting habit, I am the old me. Its just that, whenever I realized that Im wearing a hijab, I felt a bit surreal.

But Im glad. I was thinking to wear when Id be 40. No, no, I changed my mind. I thought of 35. But... I was a little hesitate. I was like, how this how that. I gave myself 3 months to start to pray 5 times then id wear hijab. Hmm..

The thought of weating hijab started since 2010 when I was with gg. Somebody asked me, when.. I'd say after I got married. And she was like, owh it seems u love ur husband more than ur dad whose been with you since 30 years ago. That reply was really astounding. Seriously, it got me thinking.. But the reality is , it took me 4 years to accomplish that. I'm glad. My responsibility is half done.

So, my dad bday fell  during Ramadhan this year.  During the 10 last days and it was on Thursday .. My birth day. So it was like pretty much an interesting coincidence. The weekend before 24 July, I was decided yet. I finally decided on Monday, I bought shawl from Sogo and the next day I went shopping in klcc. So I stopped at Arzu stall and the staff busied make me try their tudung and staff. So I did and I looked 10 years older. But I still proceed with my decision.

Of cuz the 1st day I wore hijab and get ready to go back to Bentong, my mom was with me and I saw her, crying..


I promise to be a better  new Amy.





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