Dear My Friends (Dear Friends of Mine)

This is the title of a Korean Drama that I'm currently watching, written by Noh Hee-kyung.

This is going to be my benchmark to write stories. I'm not saying I can write as good as this, but it's going to inspire me to try to give better.

I have not seen anything to deep and complex, touching and reflective at the same time. I must say Noh Hee-kyung is an inspirational writer.

The twist to this is that, the main characters in this drama, and there are quite a few, are mostly above 60 years old.

Almost every episode so far (now I'm at 7) are as good. I've cried in most of them, not because they are super sad, but because they touched the core of my heart. Especially of a son's love of his mother (Lee Kwang Soo). Highly recommended, if you're going to watch Korean. Only of course, after this, you'd probably be disappointed with most of the other Korean dramas.

It also makes me reflect on myself growing old - how it would apply in my context as a Muslim. I'd like for my soul to adapt graciously to my body growing old.

Back to my writing.. it's inspiring me to continue with some stories I've left half way written. :P Insyaa Allaah.

Gaja!


http://kissasian.com/Drama/Dear-My-Friends

illuminated face

In the dark, your face
is oft illuminated
by your damn mobile

~ madame blossom ~

dead bloggers society

I was visiting some blogs of bloggers who have interacted with me previously, but have been too quiet lately (last 2-3 years). I found that a couple of them have gone to meet their Maker.

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How would I seem to others when I'm gone? How will they describe me? Most importantly, how would I appear before God?

The world forgetting by the world forgot.

Self note:

Masyaa Allaah, I have found a term in the Quran that also gives an idea of this line "The world forgetting by the world forgot" presented in 2 words "nasyan mansiyan"  (نسيًا منسيًا)

It is in surah Maryam (Mary) 19:21, while she was in the pangs of birth.  In translation, it just says "completely forgotten"  But the meaning of each word is much deeper than that

Nasiyan is to be in a state where one forgets.
Mansiyan is to be one who is forgotten.

- and I feel that the phrase is nicely described by that line mentioned above.

going to the shop

The biggest hassle of going to the shop is having to change clothes, and you know you will perspire and then there are more clothes to wash.

My brain cells travel in leaps and bounds.