Ramadhan is coming to an end.

I expected more out of myself - plans of finishing the whole Quran, along with hopes of performing the Tahajjud every last third of the night. Plans of being nice, and keeping hold of my tongue and refraining from mentioning the bad. Plans of becoming the best daughter, the best sister, the best friend, the bestest Muslimah I can manage to be.

With today being the Second last day of Ramadhan (I’m typing all this at 5pm), I look at how I’ve been recently and it’s sad to say I’ve barely reached any of those goals. My mother is mad at me, and despite attempts at apologizing, it kinda looks like it can go on for days…? I’m nowhere near to finishing the Quran, and most nights of mine were spent Facebooking. And being on Tumblr or on Twitter..

So no, I did not reach my goals. The list is far from being ticked clean, but I try not to be too harsh on myself. I have too much too handle as it is. 

If I turn out a better person than I was before Ramadhan came this year, then I’d say I didn’t do too bad. Improvements come slow, but as long as they come, just keep going.

Personal reminders:
“Life is not about perfection. It is instead about progress.”

“There’s nothing more powerful than du’a. If He has willed it for you, then who is able to stop it from coming to you?”

All this. Constant worry-clouds in my head. (Imagine grey clouds with unhappy frowny faces).