notes of a muslim

Looking down at my baby blue adidas watch, it reminds me.

today is 13th of jan. 8 days since. And since that hundreds more killed in what seems to be the mimics holocaust of the modern era.

We lie down on our comfy bed and complaining. Like usual. As always.
We keep and keep complaining on how little pathetic things as if it is end of the world. I regret that.

I hope we can do something. Not just demostrations. But, more than that.

I always wonder. What does it means and feels to be happy.... and I think I have the answer. Just an answer. working towards it.

Happiness. Its basically what most not all of us chasing for. Isnt it?

I laughed and I laughed, for there, I dont feel any happiness inside at times.
Ive done sins, for there i dont feel any pure satisfations nor any tranquility with it.

Is it with money u find peace in yourself?
Is it with women in your arms that you find satisfactions and happiness?

"Alangkah bahagianya menjadi hamba kepada ALLAH."

I find tranquility performing my prayers, I miss the moments where all my physical and my ruh humblin infront of HIM without any other place to put hopes except on HIM. When your tears broke off like a pipe losing the knob.I miss it. I miss the moment.

This is me. Im searching. The truth. Was lost before.

Bring me closer to YOU.

Im thirsty. But gallons of water cannot cure me. Im thirst of your hidayah RABBI.

So bring me CLOSER..