B.A.P Pacific Tour Concert

Subhanallah things work in strange ways.

About a month ago I asked my parents if I could go to the B.A.P pacific tour concert. The venue wasn't too far from where I live and the ticket prices were reasonable. Unfortunately--after a bunch of heartbreak and tears--I wasn't allowed to go.


Mind you, it's perfectly possible for me to go: all I do is purchase my own tickets and drive to the venue on the day of the concert. But there's something more important than that. I needed my parent's approval, I guess. I feel like they need to be a part of my life in every decision, no matter how trivial. Plus if something went wrong it would be nice for them to know where I was and to back me up.

Yesterday was the concert and, while I couldn't go, I have to look at the day in a positive light
otherwise I'd go crazy. 
First I went to school and avoided all social media so that I wouldn't be reminded of the concert. Second, my friends were talking about how everything happens for a reason, and although I didn't contribute in the conversation much, I feel as though it made me feel better. Third, my night class finished early and I was able to drive home safely and have dinner on time with my family. Alhamdulilah.

I want to say that I am happy to be a B.A.P fan from day one. My sister is now sending me pictures of the concert stage and somehow it makes me happy too. Yes, I do wish I had gone to the concert last night but more than that, it's humbling to see a group as talented as B.A.P perform in such a small venue on such a small stage. It means they really care about their fans and how dedicated they are to their art.

I'll end this with B.A.P hwaiting! and an Alhamdulilah.