Because i'm a woman Muslim

Because i'm a woman Muslim

I can't just slip out what's on my mind. Because Islam taught me words have their own boundaries within. Because most of the time,my evil appetency speak up my brain, so I can't just let it control my language. Instead i'm the one who've got to guide my words genuinely. Because i'm the king.

Because i'm a woman Muslim

I can't just dash out my feelings so the whole world to know. No. That's not what i learned from Islam. Facebook and blogger even any website isn't a medium for me to scribble out what's inside my heart. 

Because not everyday is perfect for me. Islam within it have it's own rules for me to obey.

Because i'm a woman Muslim

Because i can't manage to be one of the slanders that the world point out their fingers how Islam actually not the best religion. when people (non-Muslim) say: "Oh come on! Just take a look how Muslims behave these days. They're not that great and holy after all !"

Because i'm a woman Muslim

Not every part of me i can expose to the outsider. May they be the person i like the most,but Islam have it's own limit. What's inside my veil symbolize most pieces of mine you just can't have it. Only the one who deserve our gentleness and loveliness. Because woman is so delicate to begin with. That's how Islam treasure me and us women of the Earth.

Because i'm a woman Muslim

You can't toy me around like a barbie doll.When we choose to be"priceless" ,you must respect our principe. Because i'm not just a typical girl,i'm a Muslimah. I have my own religion to obey,not just written on my i/d card. 

Because i'm a woman Muslim

You can't talk bad about me behind your back. Because we,women of Islams,hold our integrity onto the holy religion. Even we do mistakes, you men of Islam should advise us. Because we're brothers and sisters. Don't we have the same religion and God?

Because i'm a woman Muslim

I can't just agree in following your steps. Sometimes you forgot,me too,have my own bounds that Islam prevent.I can't just simply hang out here and there and wear the so-called fashionable clothes in order to have fun.At times,i have to refuse because Islam have their own identity behold my entire life. 

Because i'm a woman Muslim

My life revolves around Islam. Not Islam revolves around my life. I've been provoked to live the life separating between religion and daily chores. But, I HAVE MY OWN WILL TO CHOOSE HOW MY LIFE REVOLVES AROUND WHAT. I CHOSE ISLAM,because i'm a woman of Islam

Endless songs

It perks you heart and mind when such soothing sounds flowing inside your ears 

Your heartbeat seemed to follow the rhythm 

So pleasant it does create an imaginary world for you 

They blend you into the feelings and bring you through the whole story of the singer 

As though the contentment reach for your fulfillments

And apparently you hope it lasts and repeated.

Feels the melodies

Allow the joyous cadence

Jump and slowly dance

So fast and hyper

With your soul touching the sky

Close your eyes

When the fingers can touch the rainbow

You'll see the brighter day

But,hey..they do end,rite?

The spacious shallowness you thought you erased would reappear. Sooner or later.

Because there'll always be the sad songs. 

Pianist and violinist 

-How they do their instruments so perfectly

When your heart flinches along with the sorrow breezes.It aches very much 

How you have to endure it alone in an empty room left by no mankind 

How much you hate them,you just incapable to switch them off

Wait and wait for them.Wait till the end

When the journey through the sounds are long enough to make the pain insanely grow

Please,just stay stand a lil longer

Don't loose your grip

All the unpleasant humming 

Even the air are so suffocating

When tears are just priceless

Misery filled up the entire moment

But sooner or later

The songs will end their death-march 

Definitely,

Definitely

And they too,,will end :)

Nothing last forever

Prepare for the next,they might be white,they might be black.

Wake up and face the tomorrow. Dreams may be endless,but there's no such things like endless songs.

How life works

    Running following the flow
    Many turn their heads back to recall
    What they name as 'memories'
    Like the river unstoppably mute
    I can't help but forced
    Unmistakably done anything to reach the pelf of the world
    Imitating how others do
  

    Somehow seemed satisfying
    But for those who tend to ponder
    They're just not more than the hellish unfulfilled promises
    Their strings of words
    Could be twisted and turned to fit
    With the trashes they'd dreamed up
  

    That's how life works
    Don't say never
    When every time you chase them
    You'd feel terribly tired
    Sure do they're spellbound
    Undeniably amazing and catchy
    But please do keep in mind
    Fortune and luck are certainly one of the swindles
    Made you forget all of them would end soon
    And before you can remember
    You'd be there for the everlasting land
    Return alone empty-handed
    It's rather the most regretting moment
  

    Because you keep chasing for world to recognize you
    Drown in the sea of false
    Which you tough never-endingly content
    Fame for the livings upon the Earth
    Wake up my dear
    Please wake up
    Because these how world works