Wow, where did the time go? Without I even realized it, it’s already the last week of Ramadan. This Ramadan marks my first Ramadan after I got married and moved to the US. It means it’s also our first Ramadan together, R and I 🙂 I was inspired by Deny’s blog post about her Ramadan experience in The Netherlands so I decided to share my story too.
Being away from the family sucks especially during festive times like the upcoming Ramadan. All my life except for the year I spent studying abroad I lived near my family and I have a big family from both sides of my parents.
Moving here and having not much to – do sort of make me eager to try out new things, one of which is to attend a skin care class. A couple days ago I was spending my time at the mall and went inside Sephora, because who can resist, right? 😀 there I saw that they have a selection of free classes that you can join. I repeat, FREE.
Hello everyone! This is Christa and I’m letting you know that I am alive… hehehe. I know, I know, it’s been ages since my last post.. in fact the last time I posted anything here was September 2017! Which means that I’ve gone 3 months AWOL … oops.
So, without further ado, let me just tell you what has happened offline during the 3 months I was away from the blogosphere.
Last Ramadan I have been spending less time online and more time trying to get a deeper understanding of my faith. As an Indonesian Muslim in today’s society, I often feel like I don’t really belong to the community. The things I saw in the popular media, the things I heard from my extended network, none of them are in line with my values and beliefs. Then it got me thinking. Have I been losing my faith? How could they be saying things that seem to be contradictive with the Islam that I was brought up in, the things that I believe in? What is wrong and what is right now?
Guys, I have been scammed. So recently I took on a freelance job that I found online and agreed to work on a project. I finished my work but then the client just vanished after I sent the invoice. I have no idea how to trace the client because all I have is her email, skype, and her profile on a freelance portal where I met her.
This morning I met a special friend. His name is Rizki. I’m not sure how old he is, most probably no older than 10. Rizki is one of the kids from a special needs school that I met this morning in my high school. I was paired with him for a fun walk with kids from the school during our alumni sports day.