Month #2 and I'm Rich... God.. I'm Rich

It's already more than two months I've been here in Australia. There's always this temptation I'd like to do called "comparing". I have the opportunity in the past to study in one other country for eight weeks.  And it means that this time I have the same length of time being in that country and being in Australia. And.. for sure I experience more and more things that I never expect to get. I know that comparing will never help. It's the worst you can do when staying in a new place. Neither helping nor comforting, this "comparing stuff" will stress you more and more. 

At this very moment I have things to be told, like bunches of it. What happened lately had led me to be a rich person indeed, I guess. I have a various experience from "being attacked by what so-call stereotyping" to "getting mingled  with more and more friends", from "missing home so much it led me crying bad" to "getting crazy with housemates everyday".

Just some weeks ago, I was attacked by two men in the middle of the daylight. One of them attempted to burn my scarf and the other said "terrorist" to me. I was shocked.. and hell..I wanted to fly home and I cried for couple of times for some days after. I believe I am a strong woman, but dude.. seriously. No matter how strong and brave you are, when you are away from home, you're gonna be vulnerable; inside and outside. I feel like I become a crybaby here for the first month and after that incident.  Not to mention my family who already know everything about this. I need and feel like I have to explain things like "Come on.. don't worry guys. Australians are nice people. But I was just at my bad luck meeting the bad apples". and after the "call home" I always ended up crying again and again because some sisters and parents also cry there. They keep saying "Be save, we always pray for you..". The police and friends are so nice though. They are super great people in Australia. I am so grateful for having the chance to meet some. I appreciate them and I hope God bless them (I know.. a little bit too much.. hahahha ). And the good news is "What goes around, comes around" for that man. (--) I don know what to say.

I feel so tired of nothing sometimes, but I remember this fact that "diamond is just a piece of charcoal that handled stress exceptionally well", and  "Get through it! and grow up!" were words that I kept saying to myself, but still... a little cries.

So.. I might say; I am rich.. I am rich.. for couple of time

I am rich of opportunities and experiences and I'd like to thanks everyone to help me make it happened. I want to count to count more and more bless I get every single minute now and then. 

I spent some "happy time" with friends, so fun that I forget what happened to me for a while. We had a very fun time

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00jA9fhlyLI

and the fireworks

So.. Luckily, I have great friends, Super duper great housemates, supportive family, and my scholarships provider as way beyond what I expect. They responded me and morally support me towards everything. 

What can I ask more.. Life is beautiful, and here I will survive and I will pass every single subject. Yeah.. Seven is impossible for this semester, but next semester, I will inshaAllah..Amiiin.