Ramadhan 2026

Assalam kalian 😃

It’s Ramadhan again. And 2026 suda. Februari, tapi masih kira awal tahun baharu juga la baa kan. Macam asal tahun baharu, baru teringat ni blog. Asal tahun baharu, baru kunun pasang angan mo rajin2 berhikayat sini. Heck!!

Neway, Ramadhan di tahun baharu kali ni starts sepoi-sepoi bahasa gitu. Seharian hujan di Sandakan. Unlike Ramadhan lepas2 (yang terlebih manifest atas kertas semata), ni kali plan lemah lembut gemalai bagai tarian inang saja my plan. Not the loud kind. Also, not the "new year, new me" kind. Just the quiet kind. The kind that knocks softly and asks, “Bah… this time, apa bentuk kemenjadian yang ko mo plan?”

This year, I didn’t set a long checklist for Ramadhan. Just a few simple targets. Simple on paper. Tapi kalau tingu balik (sambil garu kepala), clearly aren't simple in real life.

First, I told myself I would refrain from updating or even checking (sebab always end up doom scrolling) IG (and FB). Just like that. Macam simple, kan? But apparently my thumb has muscle memory. Dengan kelajuan cahaya, duluan suda my ibu jari p klik and scrolls before my brain even makes a decision. So this Ramadhan, I am teaching my thumb sabar and my heart to sit in silence without needing to check-in those tiny red notification bubbles. 

Second, mo try hafaz surah-surah lazim. Juz ‘Amma. Padahal, time zaman kanak-kanak riang ria ribena dedolu, ingat ja semuanya. Makin tua ni, makin menjadi pula pelupanya. So, ni kali, not just reading but memorising. Letting the verses live in my chest, not just pass through my lips. There’s something humbling about repeating the same ayah again and again, terciduk sana sini, stumbling, correcting, tapi tetap terus cuba baca lagi. Macam life kita la kan. We repeat. We forget. We return.

Third, restart blogging (thus, this entry). Yang ni a bit personal. Sebab blogging, for me, was never about audience. It was about processing. Medan untuk merapu all my untangling thoughts. About documenting growth — even the messy, confused, still-figuring-it-out kind. Maybe this Ramadhan (onwards), I don’t need to post for the world. Maybe I just need to focus writing for the joy of my own soul saja la ba kan.

Dan yang terpaling utama, kickstart my Hayy Deen class. Enroll since last year, bayar ja tiap bulan, tapi belum pernah lagi sit any class. Ni la penangan online classes. Konsepnya, anytime, anywhere. Disiplinnya ke Lautan Hindi. Hampeh!! And truth is, this one scares me a little. Because learning about deen properly means lepas ni xble la mengada buat xtau apa-apa suda kan. Knowledge comes with responsibility. But maybe that’s the point. To grow up spiritually. Not just age gracefully but believe intentionally. Inshaa' Allah.

And in between all that — mo betul baa tau spend time with nature. Bukan asal dapat merenung ke luar jendela ya. Mo yang macam dedolu masih ada arwah nenek. Explore, trekking kebun kecil belakang rumah. No fancy eco-retreat. No curated “slow living” aesthetic. Just soil. Leaves. Sunlight filtering through branches. The kind of therapy that doesn’t need WiFi. There’s something about tending these greenies in Ramadhan. Watering them before iftar. Watching new shoots appear quietly, without announcement. Growth doesn’t perform. It just happens. Trust the process. 

Am hoping for that kind of Ramadhan la kali ni. Quiet growth. Unseen discipline. Internal rewiring. Not dramatic transformation. Not spiritual glow-up for social media captions. Less noise. More meaning. Less scrolling. More sujud. Less consuming. More reflecting.

And if I stumble? Told ya, my thumb ni bukan alang-alang trained, tiber ter-check pula IG once or twice? And my hafazan is still shaky?

Biar la baaaaaa!! Der, Ramadhan is not about perfection mah. It’s about returning. Again.

And again. And again.

Kiranya this year, instead of wishing to be a “better version” of me, I just want a more grounded one. Inshaa' Allah.

till next n3,

wassalam...