Your Marks: There's nothing more pleasing than knowing that you are doing well in school. There's nothing worse than knowing you are doing bad in school.
Your Parents: Are you good with them? If you're not, you know you feel bad regardless of how much you pretend not to.
Your Paycheck: It's a good feeling to have money in your pocket. Unless of course you're like me who spends his paycheck on paying phone bills.
Your Last Salah: If you know you prayed your last Salat, you know you're doing good. (this is a pathetic statement, see if you can understand what I mean)
Above are examples of things that I'd say most people my age feel give them a good, hearty feeling.
I suppose I should say something about the ijtemah. Like other ijtemahs, I had a great time. Although the cramped stadium was a bit of a nuisance. It wasn't all bad though, me, AP and some other random (albeit important) brothers decided to camp in the Patel mobile for a night of (no, not loving) surprisingly comfortable slumber.
and Good Lord, what in the world was in that Cambridge water? It made Hamilton water taste like Evian. Or could it have been that the brothers were forcing us to drink water that we should have been using for istinja? Brothers..... can't live with em, can't...
... there's no way I'm repeating a cliche.
(oh, and I got grounded again for going to masjids in Toronto) ha!
Your Parents: Are you good with them? If you're not, you know you feel bad regardless of how much you pretend not to.
Your Paycheck: It's a good feeling to have money in your pocket. Unless of course you're like me who spends his paycheck on paying phone bills.
Your Last Salah: If you know you prayed your last Salat, you know you're doing good. (this is a pathetic statement, see if you can understand what I mean)
Above are examples of things that I'd say most people my age feel give them a good, hearty feeling.
I suppose I should say something about the ijtemah. Like other ijtemahs, I had a great time. Although the cramped stadium was a bit of a nuisance. It wasn't all bad though, me, AP and some other random (albeit important) brothers decided to camp in the Patel mobile for a night of (no, not loving) surprisingly comfortable slumber.
and Good Lord, what in the world was in that Cambridge water? It made Hamilton water taste like Evian. Or could it have been that the brothers were forcing us to drink water that we should have been using for istinja? Brothers..... can't live with em, can't...
... there's no way I'm repeating a cliche.
(oh, and I got grounded again for going to masjids in Toronto) ha!
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