I am 22 and I am still writing

The road that I have taken to write my first proper story is yet to be ended. Almost reaching the climax when I had no choice but to put it on a halt first since I went for a vacation in Sheffield. And it has been a month since then which explains why I have lost the momentum and urge to write. Now that the exam is over, I am being bombarded with Uni works and project. Sometimes, I wish I could go to a countryside and while having a cup of coffee by the greenery, I would have an idea of how to continue the story and make it end nicely. But the current weather condition cut off the imagination halfway. It's cold here...and snowy which I like except for the part where I have to brace myself for waking up in the morning to find the weather is so cold and the sun is yet to come out and shine.

Anyway, today is my birthday. 18 January 2013 marks the date I turn to 22. Such a nice number yet it means a lot to me. I wish I would be better than before. I wish I will have stronger faith in Allah. I wish Allah will make me closer to him. I wish I will have more interest in making myself becoming closer to Allah. I wish Allah will grant me more patience which I really need as I grow older. 22 years of living in this world and am still counting how many more years will I be able to live. Around what age will I die? Will I die early? Will I even be able to experience working and giving half of my income to my parents? Will I be able to see my sisters getting married and have kids? Will I be able to build my own family? How much knowledge will I be able to grab before the time comes? All these endless questions popped out in my mind when I am writing this post. And again, I have just realised that I am 22 and is yet to find the other half of myself. I am so curious to know who he is but at the same time hope that he's been doing well and is waiting patiently for me too. Sometimes, I just happen to think what if he's not in this world anymore. Then it means I'm not going to get married forever. 

Anyway, back to the story. I wish I would be able to finish the story this academic year and I wish to publish  an only copy of a proper paperback. I will then keep it to myself as a memento of me growing up. :)