notes of a muslim

Peace upon you mr. blog. The one who does not speak.lives.and tell.

I tell you mr, writing is not in me. It triggered by events.

I'd tell you mr. Well, if you want to hear. want? oh, ok. i'd tell you anyway.

All my life, ive missed something. Its in me. But, i chose not. its in me. after 20 years, its still there. Only that now, ive realize the preciousness of it. only now.

and i promise! i'll take care of it.
I'd tighten the loose screws somewhere in me, the leaking oils and loose steering wheels.

I'd tell you mr, that thing is being the slave of GOD.

Eventhough through the valley of the death and the shadow, i'll swear in i won't easily surrender. evethough the past once repeated it self. It ought to happened. sounds malarchy aite?

thought so. Verily Allah is with US.

This is a story of my life. Mu'az Ruslan, may not have the slightest connection with you. you might not even care after all. But i'd tell you mr, this is my life, and it remains, deep inside with me..every single seconds as it counts to a minute, and minutes to hours, hours to days and days to years.

It never stop.

'Catatan dalam perjalan. untuk yang satu.'

and IF only...and if only....you're there 'miss'. I'll be here.

cc mahallat 'ali-feeling rather empty