Halo. It has been long time not writing anything on this blog. In the middle of my hectic schedule of Polish preparatory course, let me return to my hobby for a minute, writing. How have you been? I hope you do not mind if I share one or two things here. Actually it is not that important but I just want to express what I am feeling during this "not so hard nor easy" journey.
As the time goes by, I am starting to enjoy my rhythm of living in Poland. The people are nice and friendly. Until now, I, myself, never experience such bad things, like racism, hate speech, or stuff like that related my race, religion, or skin. Sometimes, I get rare staring on the way I styled, particularly because I wear hijab as my religion identity which is uncommon here. Yet, it is still acceptable (in my opinion). Otherwise, my friends ever got a hate speech from someone who was speaking in Polish while insulting them. But, thankfully, there were Polish people who helped them and got away that person.
Talking about living in Poland, it is not complete when I do not talk about culture shock. Yep, that feeling is hitting me right now. At the beginning, I thought I was okay. "It is similar to Indonesia and I will be okay. I shouldn't be worry too much". But then, I got things which I could not mention here which made me felt "I am truly Indonesian, I can not stay here". I miss how I can freely pray at mosque, pray on time, pray without anyone has a strange stare. Doing a proper ablution, peeing with a shower in your toilet, and etc. And, I miss adzan sooooooo bad, like soooooooo bad. I can only listen to adzan from my phone. I can not even imagine how if the Eid Al-Fitr comes and I can not celebrate it with my family. My heart breaks whenever I remember this case which absolutely will come. It does not mean that I am not grateful for what I have now. I just feeling incredibly homesick lately. Especially me and my friends got several cases which shocked us.
Let's back to good things. Actually, until now, I still can not believe that I am in Europe. Standing on the land I have dreamt for years. I still remember when I first asked my dad about how could I fly to Europe? Is it possible? I felt so underestimated at that time. But, my dad told me that nothing is impossible as long as I keep pushing my self to achieve my dreams by truly holding my willingness, straightly to the point I want to reach. Along way with the prayers of course. I had to experience bunch of trials before managing to get this chance. How Allah is extremely kind to me by giving this golden opportunity which make me feel beyond blessed. Also, I could not be more thankful to have such supportive parents who always have my back, through ups and downs. This bitter sweet journey I present for my lovely parents who raised me so well until what I am today. Hope I am able to give the best of me for them, even though it will never return their abundant love to me.
As the time goes by, I am starting to enjoy my rhythm of living in Poland. The people are nice and friendly. Until now, I, myself, never experience such bad things, like racism, hate speech, or stuff like that related my race, religion, or skin. Sometimes, I get rare staring on the way I styled, particularly because I wear hijab as my religion identity which is uncommon here. Yet, it is still acceptable (in my opinion). Otherwise, my friends ever got a hate speech from someone who was speaking in Polish while insulting them. But, thankfully, there were Polish people who helped them and got away that person.
Let's back to good things. Actually, until now, I still can not believe that I am in Europe. Standing on the land I have dreamt for years. I still remember when I first asked my dad about how could I fly to Europe? Is it possible? I felt so underestimated at that time. But, my dad told me that nothing is impossible as long as I keep pushing my self to achieve my dreams by truly holding my willingness, straightly to the point I want to reach. Along way with the prayers of course. I had to experience bunch of trials before managing to get this chance. How Allah is extremely kind to me by giving this golden opportunity which make me feel beyond blessed. Also, I could not be more thankful to have such supportive parents who always have my back, through ups and downs. This bitter sweet journey I present for my lovely parents who raised me so well until what I am today. Hope I am able to give the best of me for them, even though it will never return their abundant love to me.
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