Bella Astillah cries happy tears on her latest visit to Mekah
27 Mar - Now that her life seems to have made a 360 turn, Bella Astillah is happy to be able to return to the Holy City of Mekah in the last 10 days of Ramadan.
The actress, who was accompanied by sister Didi Astillah, took to social media to express her thoughts about coming back a year after her last visit, saying, "Last year, I came with tears of sadness, that it hurt my chest as I poured my heart to Him. And this time, I still cried in front of the Kaabah, but out of gratitude to Allah for giving me what I prayed for last time."
"Praise be to God, how good Allah is to his servants," she added.
Bella added that she also prayed for everyone, especially after receiving a lot of support and love from people throughout the year.
"And to those who are sad or feeling down, start learning to accept any situation with an open heart. Because this is what we call making peace with destiny. Whether we want to accept it or reject it, everything will still happen but it will also definitely pass. Remember that destiny never asks about how we accept it, our feelings, whether we like it, dislike it or are happy. Destiny also does not care about our 'healing' process, but that is where the strength lies. When we try to be stronger, calmer and more prepared to face whatever comes," she expressed.
Last year, the actress did her umrah following her divorce with Aliff Aziz amid the actor's cheating scandal. This year, the actress was seen accompanied by Muar MP Syed Saddiq at the airport prior to her leaving to Mekah with her sister.
(Photo Source: Bella IG)
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