People asked me , how was my life there.

I could only say : i love it, it is nice , I am living like a king , I'm rich , food are nice and stuff. 

All good things. 

These are true statements.

Nevertheless , there's something in my heart , unexplainable . 

I don't love Egypt only bcuz of these stuff I've been telling you guys , it is because of the tarbiyyah I found there..

It was when..

Your heart break seeing people begging for money along the street . Armless , leg less, wearing rags

Your heart break seeing children begging for food , even when the days turn darker , they are still there

Your heart break seeing old people carrying sacks of vegetables to be sold

And it was when..

Your heart fell for little boys and girls praying in the mosque alongside their moms 

Your heart fell for an Arab lady who hugs you like her own daughter, who looks lovingly into your eyes and whisper tenderness

Your heart fell for an old ammu giving free chocolates every time we visited his store 

Your heart fell for shops playing beautiful Quran recitation instead of Korean or English music

And it was also because of..

A patient ustazah who keeps on encouraging us to memorize our beloved Quran 

A generous sheikh who only receives small pays for talaqqi classes , yet seldom cooks for us

A graceful Arabic teacher who cares a lot when you didn't attend her class, and even rearrange her schedule to taught you privately

Not to forget , free Islamic lessons or kitab recitation in mosques, from famous sheiks .

These are things I would never forget . In shaa Allah . 

I know , these things might be available in my beloved Malaysia but throughout eighteen years here , I've never experienced any. 

I don't wanna go back to Egypt . Yes . I refused. Because of some circumstances. But I promise , I would never forget all these . They would always rest in my heart, forever.