Posts by Fatma Sultan

I don’t know when I stopped counting down the days in a year. It used to be a habit I started with the intent of making me more conscious and aware of time.

At that time, I felt like I was really chasing after something. Keeping track of my goals every day amidst anxiety, hope and extremely bourgeoisie dreams. It hit me the other day that I got drowned in working hard that I forgot that I initially had an end goal.

When you end up working so hard you lose track and forget your goals… Just working. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll get a moment of lucidity that prompts you to realize you got a little distracted on your goals. It’s great, because it will force you to sort of restart your system and get back on track.

Remember, the work is a stepping stone but it is not the end goal.

So you take a step back, take a deep breath and empty your mind. The world sort of goes quiet in those moments. And you get to watch your life from a few steps back and think, hey. I’m proud of you kiddo.

That lucid feeling descended on me on Thursday. I looked up to the sky and saw the thin crescent moon at around 4.30 pm marking The Islamic New Year, 1439. A new moon. A new year. It just seemed very special and magical in that moment.

I can’t describe what happened next but I felt the hairs raise on the back of my neck and arms, and the entire world went completely silent. And there I was – just staring at the Alzu Petroport view point.

There’s this pool where wildlife come to graze – I remember seeing zebras and buffaloes. It’s almost as if that moment overcame all my senses that I couldn’t really digest all that was before me. Like, I was in a dream.

We got only five minutes to take pictures then we were back on the road. It was a long ride, from Nelspruit to Sandton, and I’m grateful I got to see the sunset. The sun sets quite early around here – a huge ball of fire in the sky from around 5.30 – 6 pm. It’s magnificent.

Oh, and today is the 268th day of 2017. 268/ 365.

97 days remaining in 2017.

I need to do more memorable things.

I was looking for the food court but ended up getting lost – found myself on this ‘bridge’ that connects the mall to the Michelangelo Hotel.

The art piece hanging on the glass ceiling reminded me of these wind charms I used to be obsessed with at some point. My friends and I used to buy them for each other as birthday gifts.

So I stare up at the art piece, snap a picture, and follow my two friends back into the mall.

Walking past Salvatore Ferragamo, Gucci, Cartier and many other expensive designer shops I’d never dream of seeing during my lunch break. I’ve never been in the presence of so many diamonds and jewels. It’s is said that Sandton is the richest square mile in Africa.

I guess getting lost can be exactly what we need some times.

🙂

On my walk from the bus station, there’s this cool sort of ‘island’ up the hill. The design accommodates about what I think is three buildings with interesting planned walkways, steps and squares.

It feels like there is so much space. Alice Lane.

It always makes me think of Alice in Wonderland, and how she went down the rabbit hole. And then there was that time she went through the looking mirror…

I have been doing a lot of introspection and realizing that gratitude is the only state to exist in. Alhamdulilah. I value everything so much more, especially my family and friends.

I’ve been very busy recently that I haven’t been able to blog much. It’s been good because my mind feels like it’s growing, and now I have new things to talk about. I’ve decided to just blog on my phone whenever I get a chance, and resume on my laptop where I’ll get to play with the layouts as I love.

Just plain ol’ phone pics with a commentary as such.

Falling deeper into the rabbit hole, and being grateful for every step I take to being better every day.