Metropolitan Muslimah

Bismillah.

It’s been very tough personally. I think that my yearning for an intimate companion is becoming more overwhelming each day. I have a very jealous God, I reckon, for me to be left alone by eligible males or He just wants to teach me a lesson for leaving Him alone many times. Cosmic karma or karmic cosmo? I’m just blabbering here.

So since I could not find anyone suitable for me to pour out my sadness to, here I am writing, being all mopey again. Why not. I mean, I paid for the domain of this blog. My blog, my rules.

You know, I kinda like the childish way I blog. Maybe this should be the one selfish thing I have to do for myself. Almost a form of self-preservation as well. Being a manager is forcing me to appear as professionally as possible all the damn time, which can get really draining for an introvert hermit like me. I cannot purely be myself in the work setting. It has to be Ah Hood, the manager. It cannot be Huda, the broken sad girl who is completely shattered and devastated.

A lot of strong words there but they barely scratch the surface when it comes to describing my current emotional state.

Why am I sad?

A lot of things… a lot of obvious reasons… a lot of hidden reasons… none of which I want to share with just about anybody.

At least not right now, I guess.

And Allah is As-Salaam, the Giver of Peace. – MM