You taught me something.

This one of a kind, I treat it as a sincere post. As usual.

The first time I saw you, I sensed it in your voice.

How was it sounds like? 

Your voice, 

filled with a sentiment pedigree of desire to reach. 

The destination that you could see before your eyes. 

It seemed like the courage is always there, 

in your vein, 

so familiar, 

like a long-lost longing.

How could you be so sure? I'm asking myself, reflecting your attitude as a simple answer.

And now, I can see it in your glittering eyes.

You never had doubts, in reaching your dreams.

You never loose confidence, as conceived.

You never hesitate, to say Amen, whenever they wish you good luck.

And why can't I do the same?

Because you always prepared, knowing where your feet will stand.

Because you never care, if people said that you're only playing a childish dare

Because you can see, not only with your perception and judgement, but with all your heart.

And why can't I do the same?

You're running fast, approaching your mark.

You're trusting hard, like nothing can ever stop you.

You're sweating gold, because you believe it'll end up good.

And why can't I do the same? 

Like a traveler of an unknown land, I bet you'd still carry on even if you lost your map.

Because your navigation and instincts are just too pure.

Like a clover leaf hidden by a field of grass, your determination is one which very hard to find in others

Like a throne for the winner, you make your mission seemed irreplaceable.

And why can't I do the same?

To dream a dream like a real dreamer. Because real dreamers are so like you, they fight for it.

And for me, I want to do the same.

No more doubts and what ifs when we start believing.

p/s: To you who inspires

Hitam Putih

Sebelum terbang, izinkan saya berbahasa melayu.


Ramai atau tidak, bilangan bukan urusan. Tapi iulah mereka. Kawan yang aku akan kata

SELAMAT TINGGAL. 

Sudah tiba masanya untuk kita berangkat,rakan.

Sudah saatnya kita mencari apa yang selama ini kita pinta dalam hati.

Bukan dunia jadi taruhan,tapi biarlah akhirat yang menjadi tujuan.

Selama ini kita berjemaah,tapi hari esok kita Imamah. 

Imamah buat umat, Imamah buat hati-hati mereka yang masih bingung.

Maaf dan terima kasih semua kutuju buat saudara saudariku.

Siapa tahu hari esok ada

tanganmu yang menyambutku dari tergelincir.

Tergelincir untuk ke neraka.

Ya, itulah doa. Doa kalian buatku. Dan doaku buat kalian. Senjata kita, senjata paling rahsia.

Sudah tiba waktunya teman

Untuk kita keluar menyebarkan Salam

Bukan untuk menjadi makhluk yang kononnya sempurna, seolah untuk mempamer apa yang dilebihkan oleh Tuhan buat kita.

Tapi bersamalah mereka. Pautlah hati dan tangan mereka.

Bagaimana kau pernah membawa aku mengenal Tuhan,

mereka juga ingin merasa nikmat yang sama.

Ya, WAKTU itu anugerah Tuhan.

Tapi apa yang menghiasi waktu itu adalah kamu.

Di sini aku belajar percaya.

Pada Tuhan

Pada janji

Pada balasan

Pada keburukan

bukan 

pada KESEMPURNAAN

Kulihat cermin. Mata itu tidak lagi kesunyian seperti lima tahun yang lalu. 

Kina warnanya silih bertukar warna. 

Sedih menangis memberontak marah kemaafan anugerah tawa dan cinta. 

Kalianlah yang mengisi mata itu.

Kau ajarkan aku untuk menerima. 

Dan apa yang lebih bermakna, kau tunjukkan aku bagaimana untuk memberi.

Setiap detik,kisah kita tercatat. 

Bukan pada kertas kajang atau buku nota sains.

Tapi dalam hati. 

Buatku,jalannya belum pasti. Entah berduri, hujan mahupun matahari terik.

Mungkin waktu seperti itulah aku akan menangis.

Mengenang coretan lampau.

Kalau semalam aku bermimpi

Hari ini realiti menjelma.

Bukan tentang indahnya memori,tapi susahnya untuk mecipta memori yang sama seperti semalam.

Selamat tidur cerita semalam. 

Kerana aku ingin melukis di atas ruang yang masih kosong itu.

Can I..?

Can I be strong?

How we've came this far. Yet we still need to say goodbye.

Will everything will be the same for the next ten years? 

Will you laugh at my jokes and would I be your crying shoulder like we used to?

 The songs we used to hum and laugh at the croaking chords. Will they still can be our songs?

Would you still remember my clumsiness and my silly habits?

Will you still remember my smiles and our secret handshakes?

Will you tell your children how you used to have a very plain girlfriend but yet she's stupid and ridicilous? 

Will you yet still tell me I'm the most beautiful

even though I know I'm not?

The prayers we used to request together in front of our Allah?

The days when you whisper me courages when I thought I cannot go on.

The days when we learn to accept and forgive.

 Would you still remember me in your prayers?

The way you patted our heart when any of us cry in pain? Would you still be there?

When there are the days when you fit the role of being my sisters when I don't have one. The role of my family when I missed them. The role of my teachers and nagged at my faults. 

All the motherly-advices you used to spread just to show me which way is perfect and which way is wrong?

Can I still hear them?

Will we look at each other the same way again?

Would our stares meet eye to eye when we meet again?

Would you still hear to my whines ever?

 Could you still be my pillow when I need a place to rant and shed tears?

Would you still believe in my sayings?

Do you will still lend me your ears and hearts to my words?

Our friendships aren't perfect. But yet you still appreciate them the way you hold it. 

But will time stand still?

How to be strong? When anything needs to be folded and keep it safe and soundly so delicately?

 How to be brave? 

 Not to shed tears for this farewell? 

I'd love you for a thousand years. Insyallah my sisters.

How can I say thank you enough? 

THANK YOU ALLAH for sending them to me. 

 

Birthday girl's sayings

THANK YOU for the best wishes. I don't have high hopes for a lavish celebration. Your prayers for my best are more than enough. Determined to live gracefully for what i've been fated to deserve, thank you Allah for letting me live till now. Birthday isn't there to be celebrated, it was there to remind how you should ask yourself how well do you have been settle in his very own world,eh?

I'm not here to act wise.

Maybe I can't create any kind of magic that somehow can dissect a rainbow

Because every part of me lingers the word 'plain'

Thanks again for all of you that wish me for my better day. Thank you for remembering my existence in this vast world. For noticing my invisibility. Even though I'm that transparent slowly all of you held out your hands and teach me to colour my self a little bit. May God bless people like you. For bring the slightest hints that i'm not a burdensome to you.

When i want to create my own room,you slowly unlocked my heart by remembering that humble day. Thank you. And thank you God, for teaching me to be kindly grateful in whatever happens. 

And for those who didn't even remember my birth date. I love you too. Because friends like you teach me how my life is simply not that perfect. For me how i'm being undone through our friendship.

You make me learn,how myself is not being good enough in treating you as friends. I'm sorry for my shortcomings. I'm sorry my habits and gestures make you enlist me as unimportant person. I'm sorry I make you forget. I'm the one who's wrong. I'm the one who deserve anything you served me for. 

Yet,I just want to tell you thank you for being there for my last birthday as a highschooler. 

1. Insyallah Allah and prophet Muhammad p.b.u.h
2. Mom dad family siblings. They're my very first sensei
3. Friends-you girls are awesome enough ( I'm yearning to be thankful)

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MYSELF :)

Thank you Ummi for willingly endure the pain of introducing me to this land in that one fine day. The land of weird things happen.

Birthday isn't about cakes and celebrations. Nor wishes or presents. It's about the day where you should sit back and ask yourself, how did you spend all those years behind through ups and downs of the journey. On how much you appreciate life close to heart.

 

You are amazing

It takes one night. At least it wasn't for any exact occasion. But i feel like doing it.

To Mum with love,

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 Somehow i feel like to show the world,how you're the best. Your fingers fit the empty spaces between my fingers perfectly.

Sometimes I miss your nags and whines,at least that proven how your life is messy and unpredicted which makes me see how hard to be a diligent woman.

Back to the basic,somehow she can drives me crazy.

Big Apple-ey

Hey little yummy yoo

Colorful top among the sprinkles

Hey little cutie 

You make my day gay

Hey little softies

My little tummy tuned

Hey little doughnuts

I can't stop munching