#26april2015

#26april2015 #pilotday #piloteyes737 #happy (Istanbul Ataturk Airport (IST))

Everything wasnt okeyh this morning. It started out with early morning -> tweet-> presentation-> the blackout ->dr dh smpi-> dr balik bfore ktorg smpi -> every single thing wasnt going okay -> then jumpa this one lady on the streets, when ever i meet her, i always greet her. She couldnt see my face but i guess she could see it in my eyes that things werent okay for me. She said, enti solli, aiwah, mesyi enti ullik kullu ma3a Allah, ya rabb keda keda keda, ya rabb keda keda keda, ba3da solli, mesyi? Then she started making dua for me. Tears were dropping. "Biiznillah kullu kuwais, enti najjah, gawaz, baby kathir2, kullu kuwais" and she hugged me and kissed my head. I couldnt hold myself. How can a stranger be so nice and pray for me like she knows me well. Then i came to notice, i used to this, whenever i go anywhere, walking or driving around and when i see people, i would pray for them. That things be easy for them or for anything they hope for/ wanted to be granted. But later on, i walked less and i prayed less for random people. I guess this is a way Allah is reminding me to continue what i used to do. I feel better now. And i promise to keep praying for others too. A hug and a dua really does wonders you know (;