The 28 days in Istanbul is soon coming to an end, so here I decide to sit down, and write about Istanbul, but not just about Istanbul, rather Istanbul and me.
Istanbul has affected me in so many ways. Last two years, it gave me like a breeze of fresh air, a sense of hope for the ummah.
This time round, it has given me an inclination towards no other than excellence.
This period of nearly one month in Istanbul is a reunion of myself and my husband, after nearly 3 months being thousands of miles apart. That in itself has made me grow. Being the first born child, I know what independent meant, I was taught how to make important decisions in life, my plans and my goals have always been valued by my parents. However, the moments being separated from someone called 'husband' taught me to become independent in a different way. It is rather difficult to explain, but it made me grow. I think it made both of us grow.
I experienced 'new year' in Istanbul.
So many people talked about new year resolutions.
And here I am, still trying to figure out what I want to become, is difficult for my resolution planning.
I have too many hobbies, too many dreams, too many things that I want to do and can do.
I know myself as the jack of all trades but master of none. So how can I choose which one do I want to strive and focus on? This was tough. This is still tough.
But Istanbul gave me a chance at reflecting on all of this, together with my husband.
We went from having moments of thinking; we're not good anything, to moments of; wanting to do so much and knowing that we can!
After all of this, I think I've made my decision, but I know the ultimate decision comes from Allah, and I know even if I've got the path planned out, it changes.
Because my path will be made based on my priorities in the future,
and Allah knows what's best then.
A special thanks to a very good friend of mine, also pouring her heart out in this matter.
You know who you are.