So, when friends keep telling me about Broga Hill, I knew that I just had to reach the top one day.
That morning of Deepavali, I invited my two brothers to come along since they were such big fans of all these outdoor activities. Our mission was to see the sunrise.
It was really dark and slippery that morning, I couldn't see a thing. I slipped off a few times and for the first three times, my two brothers would stop and helped me out and said, "Kak, ok tak ni?" First three times je, then they were nowhere to be found.
I missed the sunrise eventually, was dead slow. As I got about three quarter to reach top of the hill, I called my brother and they were already on top boasting about how beautiful the sunrise was. Benci!
I decided to give up. I was tired. I smelled disgusting. I felt like throwing up. I couldn't imagine I survived to go down the hill, what more to climb even higher. But Love psychoed me with his
And, I was glad I did. Because as it gets steeper, it gets closer. Sort of like my Master, and now PhD, I've to overcome the resistant.
If Allah gets me to it, He'll surely get me through it. Insya Allah. :)
P/S: Sayang, you're an inspiration ♥