This Time Last Year

I was sitting next to mr. basboosa and thinking about work, packing, travel, packing, travel. Suddenly I remembered. “Hey, guess where I was at this time last year?” yes..a brief visit that took my mind off from all those lists in my schedule. The memory really makes my day. There is no other place I wanted to be other than there. My workload seems to be a small matter after all . So next time if im feeling a lil bit stress, I better think of the memory. Insyallah I’ll be there again.