Dan mintalah pertolongan (kepada Allah) dgn jalan sabar dan mengerjakan
sembahyang; dan sesungguhnya sembahyang itu amatlah berat kecuali kepada orang-orang yang khusyuk.

Al-Baqarah 2:45


it happens again.

Salam. i always felt that i'm not the kind of girl a guy would seek for. dalam erti kata lain, bukan orang baik baik. but i'm trying my best in being a nice one. obedient with islam. to be a muslimah. and in siblings, i'm the naughtiest. it's just that, when you have elders around you, you go for them to ask for advices. you said, i don't share. but whenever i tried to, you don't listen. or when i tried to, you judge. yet i didn't finish my stories yet. it hurts knowing that when someone else tells her stories, you stay and listen. then, what else should i do instead of keeping the stories for myself. i'm childish. i tell stories, knowing that they care. instead people saying that i don't grow up yet. but when i keep it to myself, you're asking whether i'm doing good or not cause your instinct says that i don't. i don't wanna quarrel. i really don't wanna. but everything that's happening hurts me so much. again, i'm traumatised. the person that promised to take care of me is the same person that hurts me. done. enough of promises. i won't believe in promises anymore. or sumpah.

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Your eyes blinking, your pupils dilating when you’re euphoric, the curve of your smile, the shade of your teeth, the arch of your back, the fingers typing, the breathing thing you do, the thoughts. Your thoughts. How you think is beautiful; how a thought comes to mind is…a miracle, how you operate, how you are; just you. In every sense of the word; all your blood cells, neurons, organs, your limbs, your soul. You are breathtaking, mashaa’Allaah.


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