But I don't want to blog about raya. At least, not today. I wanted to blog about my one week trip to Germany one month ago, on the 14th-21st of June.
I started working as a freelance translator for extra money while I was in my third year of degree. Nine months later, the manager asked me if I would go on a training. For a week. In Germany. With all expenses paid.
Now of course I have to have my own passport but other than that, I don't have to pay for anything. Yay! Of course my heart leaped. Apart from the small internal tornadoes and some parental qualms. Mak said she was worried that it was some scam, so I had second thoughts, and even told the company that I don't wanna go. But they said this and that and so I went.
And I came back with my brother who bought his ticket back to Malaysia since a month before, and we spent nine hours on transit in Hanoi, Vietnam before finally arriving in KL.
I was thinking about the long flight, and how it was so level, it felt so safe, so natural, like walking on hard ground. Massive driving force pushing you through rolling wind back into the arms of the beloved. But there was really only a few centimetres of aluminium separating you and the endless sky outside, where there really was no escape.
The pictures I took are never worth keeping.
Oh, I managed to visit some few friends at Friedrichshafen, cuties Kimi n Zakiah, who cooked an amazing dinner and brought me paddling on Bodensee which was a few kilometres away from Switzerland. May Allah repay you with kindness!