I always wanted to snap a picture like this. A place blissful enough which had me a lot of beautiful memories.
A place where I found interest in Jumuah with bukan-tipikal kind of text.
A place where I can comfortably take a nap on the days and sleep at nights.
A place where I can jump anonymously into any halaqah with warm welcome by strangers.
A place where I met adorable kids laying down, looking upward then bergolek around guided by the circle path of the kubah.
A place where I had my tilawah class and skipped some lines when the ustaz fell asleep.
A place where I can hardly find a space to sleep for qiam in the last ten nights of Ramadhan (too many people, and kids!)
A place where Quran recitation never stops through the day.
A place I lost my slippers, twice.
A place I stopped by, and realized that a part of me feels like home being here.