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I don’t normally share long stories here, but I think this might be worth sharing?

Ok, so here’s the thing. I have been working in a new environment for a few months now.

First few months has been a torturous for me. Mainly the torture came from my superior.

She was okay at first, then later, she turned a whole 180deg.

Like a monster always aiming at me for the slightest mistakes or what so ever.

Believe me, I was so ready to pack my things and leave her there to find another who can cope with her mood swings.

 

I talked to my bf about it. About how I feel at work, how my day was. And how I felt like throwing the towel.

But he told me not to give up just yet. And along that line, I was reminded of how Allah would not let his people suffer.

I have been asking Him to bless me with strength and patience, and he set my path to work for her.

And I got reminded of something I’ve heard somewhere before.

That you should not pray for your enemy to be miserable – whereas, pray for Allah to make them a better person, and pray to strengthen the ties between man, refrain from ill feelings towards one another.

 

Months has passed. Alhamdulillah. I am not kidding when I tell you that she is so so much nicer to me now than ever before.

I can’t quite explain why, perhaps it might be one of those pregnancies thingy.

But I chose to believe that it is Allah who has been listening to me all these while, it was Him who has been watching over me.

Alhamdulillah :))

Foreigners are people too

I realized that somehow, I tend to be more ‘okay’ with my colleagues who aren’t local as compared to those who are. Before you judge me, let me explain. I just tend to find it more interesting striking a conversation with someone who is far from home. Not that we always talk about home. But its just nice talking to them who come from different kind of lifestyle and standard of living. Also, mind you, I do have friends/acquaintances who ‘enjoys’ speaking ill of the foreigners. I don’t get them. Like hello, have they ever bothered you personally?

Speaking ill of them because they speak in a foreign language and I do have to admit that sometimes its kind of a sore to the eyes to see them all over town/park/wherever. But then, think again. They are here to work. To provide a better service. Walking to town and you want something to eat, you just need to walk into any one of those restaurants. Would YOU as a local, work on a weekend? Holiday? Willing to work? Honestly now.

Would you clean the toilets? Would you carry those heavy metals and ride together in a cramped lorry? Would you live with your boss? Imagine us without them. I’m not saying we should solely depend on them. I’m saying to respect what these people who came all the way from home, away from their family to make our country a better place to live in. Plus, you have to admit that it has been helping our economy.

Don’t hate them just because they don’t belong here. Who are we to tell them they don’t belong in our country? Try YOU go to their country and having them telling you to go back to your country. It saddens me seeing people hating blindly just because they aren’t local.

People are people. Respect and treat others the way you would want to be treated.

One rotten apple doesn’t mean the whole basket is rotten. Or something like that? Heh.