As she looked out the window, she knew it.
Winter is coming to an end..soon. Fleeting rays of sunlight coming in. She doesn't know how it feels. She loves this season, really.
She took Body Shop lipbalm, the one she got from a senior doctor. Her lips could not be fuller than a melodious pout sung so effortlessly.
She added a hint of sunblock cream with a soft, nervous touch. Little did she know that her skin getting dry in this season.
As she gracefully applied her final touch, she then slid on her dark, brown leather jacket. Done with the hijabs, she slowly walked away from the hopeful standing mirror.
She walked nervously, hiding her smile and singing a love song, in hope that nobody could hear her loud thumping heartbeats.
She walk out with a smile. In this almost end of season, she placed her both hands in her pocket, as she wished for the same thing she’d been wishing the days before.
Hope, new hope.

This is her favourite among all the pictures in still, Sinai in memories.
Standing at the peak of mountain where Allah spoke, giving Musa His commandments, jangan kufur nikmat yang diberi. Alhamdulillah :)
. Wish for next winter break : Athens!...or maybe another Sinai ;)


