notes of a muslim

Have you ever feel as if you losing it?

Slowly you feel distant to that someone or that something.

As if they walking away.Slowly.Gently.

As if falling in dark deep hole unreachable by anyone.

As if you're searching the unknown.

And no words can ever describe the agony. It feels numb. No matter how much your heart stabbed to death.

We fell one too many.And yet, we come back on our feet again. Same goes as hope.

It keep us going no matter what. But hope, can be shattered. With truth and cries. But still, we're hopeful.

Hope is a catalyst for our belief in the divine being. The supreme being who look down on His creation and say "be patience, for jannah is for you".

For every events that shed your tears,it shed for HIM.

A simple post out of untangle thoughts with nothing much except for self-expression and something to keep YOU going. You know who. It'll be ok.

Also dedicated to those who are struggling in GAZA.

p.s:I sang a song to you through the floor,To reach you upstairs (just got back to my room, with tiredness overwhelming the will)