Feeling very sad today. I heard a lot of weird stories and the crothers made half of us cry today.

I amazingly didn't cry. Uh. I didn't feel a need too. Last week I almost did coz she was hitting on

me like, so badly. But I didn't. So yeah. I was reading this article about the Africans and their

AIDS problem, and another story about the Irans and Afghanistans who are misunderstood and

looked down upon by the world. All these poor people..... or as Gerard calls it: "The Broken, the

Beaten and the Damned" I think it's a really sad fact that a lot of ppl look down on Islam...why?

I mean, we didn't do anything to your religion, we aren't racist, so let us do what we wanna do

and we will respect you and your religion. DUH. I would like to marry an Arab man one day. I'm

not very religious myself and maybe getting tied down to my Islam roots will help me become a

better person. Besides, Arab men are pretty HOT. haha. Then I would like to live in the

mountains, away from civilisation and distraction, away from prejudice. And I would die alone.


But before getting married or whatsoever, I would like to fulfill my dreams of going to

Afghanistan, Iran or anyplace in the world that need help. I already fulfilled one dream this year

when I went to Indonesia to help the orphans there. OMG you wouldn't believe how patient

these orphans were. 10 of them lived in a place HALF the size of our classrooms. I was so sad.


Thank GOD I did something to help them. But I still feel very horrible because the place is run

by this old malay woman...something like the modern-day Mother Theresa. What if she dies?

Won't that be sad? Who will look after the children? she was such an enlightened woman...and

smiles even on the darkest days. I feel emotional just thinking about them. The greatest pain

and suffering anyone can feel...is to endure another's. That's one of the reasons why Islams fast

for one month every year. It is to experience the feeling of one who is starved. And it is also to

test temptation. You would not belive the amount of discipline we have to unleash on ourselves

just so as to not grab and eat something. And it is during this period where I am at my most

saintly. Coz I have no energy...and all normal things I do feels like sin. Bitching would be one of

them. uh-huh.

I really hope I get assigned another volunteer trip...possibly to Afghanistan or Phuket later this

year. This is how important the suffering is to me: If I were to choose between a day with MCR

and a day in Afghanistan, I would choose Afghanistan. That's how important it is to me.

Although I will feel a tiny bit of regret, I know that if MCR knew of what I've done, they would

be proud of me. And besides, I know what prejudice tastes like. I know how it is to suffer. I

really would like to help them, but sometimes certain companies won't take me in coz if they

travel overseas, I'd need to be over 15 yrs old. So thank god that there was a company willing to

enrol me. And I went to Indonesia! WOOHOO!!!!

So as gerard says it, We all have to be the "savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned."

XD