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Cyprus: The Conclusion

My regular blog readers know that I was in two minds about going on this journey from my earlier blog entry Me vs. Me. Cyprus for me is a spiritual retreat because it is where my spiritual guide resides. I didn't go to sunbathe or party. I went to work on my ego, reflect and strengthen my faith.

When we got there we were immediately hit by tests and these tests were the reason we had been apprehensive about this journey in the first place. Thankfully we overcame them all. We learned how to deal with certain situations and simply say "this was meant be". It wasn't easy and some tests I'm sure we failed but we learned from them.

Cyprus has been an emotional rollercoaster for me. I'm even finding it hard to write this blog entry without bursting in to tears. I went from not wanting to go, counting down the days to leave, to not wanting to come home at all. I met some amazing and wonderful characters from all over the world (some were not so wonderful but that's a different entry) and I think I got from this trip exactly what I needed. I feel uplifted. I feel blessed. I feel happy. I feel emotional. I feel amazing and that is the beauty of my Islam.

I am so thankful for the blessings I have been given and hope that I can continue some of the practices I picked up whilst I was there.

Thank you all for reading and joining me on this journey. I wish you all peace, love and happiness. Be blessed x

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Comments

  1. I'm so glad you're back (I've missed you!) but sorry that you couldnt stay there longer :-(

    I want to know everything! x

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  2. Awww thanks Ree, missed you too. I wouldn't have said this in the beginning but I wish I could have stayed longer myself. I will bore you with stories tomorrow lol x

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  3. cyprus is full of surprises, im still contemplating on it all.

    wooo hoo looks like i can type on her again

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