Mm hm..

And salaams again!
Man, I missed updating my blog! Soo many things happened since I last updated. I have an almost 2 month backlog to update.

Highlights-
*Mood swings
*Hating sarf
*Starting to like sarf
*Hating safr again
*1 week cold war with friend (We made peace now, Alhamdulillah but still, whatever.)
*Meeting the Qum girl! :D (Hello there, class neighbour!)
*My birthday. (I am at this moment having chai in my birthday mug. I love me adorable friends for throwing me a surprise birthday thingy.)
*Two of my roommates, one of whom I really really grew to like and admire, left forever. Her leaving, after A3's, was the hardest for me. She's like.. A4. There are too many A's in my life.
*And A3 left as well.
* A lot of other things happened i'm sure. I just cant remember them all right now.
*Oh, importantly, my phone died. My amazing old phone. I will tell you, the esteemed readers, what REALLY happened to my phone. The rest of the world has the abridged version of the events that led to my phone's death. Oh, but not now. It's maghrib time and I need it to make it to namaze jama'at! See u in a while.

Ok i'm back. The HajjAgha said something really nice. He said, in order to lead the straight path (sirat al mustaqeem) you need to have a proper destination/goal (hadaf) If the destination is correct and well thought of, then only one will be able to tread the right path towards it. Amazing, yea? So logical, Mashallah. So, not to just concentrate on the straigh path, but the destination too.

So yea, my phone. What the world knows is that I took my phone to the shower and dropped it there. It got wet and thus, stopped working. It's true. That far. But what really happened is that after it fell to the wet bathroom floor, I.. I... Wiped it with my towel and dried it and it was working then. But i'm like OCD'ish and even though it just fell on the bathroom floor and wasn't najis or anything, I still felt icky and couldn't use it like that coz it's my phone, something really personal. So, I put it under the tap and washed it so I knew it was really clean. A few other mistakes followed. And my phone stopped working. It was completely my fault and I blame my idiotic thinking. I should give kaffara for it. I feel bad I had to put my parents through buying me another phone. Although I said I didn't want one, they still said, "No, you need it. We know."

Ok, I don't feel like writing anymore. I feel sad now. I miss my family increasingly more these days.
Spring break has begun. The days are passing by funny. I'm hungry. I made something really amazing. I'm gonna go eat that.

Bye.

I feel like the world should leave me alone but I also don't want it to leave me alone.