Saturday, August 22, 2009 - you are still holding the key.
I try to talk to you, but I don’t know what to say. I am afraid you don’t want me to say anything. So I don’t. But inside of me there are words waiting to come out. And tell you how I feel like, how I miss you. And how I love you despite my broken heart. How I need you in my life. And especially how much I want you. But those words may forever stay in my heart, locked inside. Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too… but I’ll never know.
I love you too, Dzulfikri Adam.
- Ramadhan 1430.
May Allah SWT be with you every step that you take,
May HE guide you with each decision you make,
May HE help you when life gets rough,
May HE lift you when you've had enough,
May HE protect you when you fall,
May HE hear you when you call,
May all your duas be accepted,
May you always be in Allah swt's loving hands.
May ALLAH swt shower his blessings upon you....
May ANGELS protect you in all that you do....
May JANNAH become your one true goal and....
May ALLAH swt have mercy on your sweet soul....
May this holy month brings us happiness, strengthen our Imaan, erase our sins and purify our heart. Salam Ramadhan to all. Syukur kerana bisa bernafas hingga tika ini untuk menikmati segala Rahmat dari-nya.
Ameen Ya Rabbal Al-Ameen.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009 - the other one.
i should understand better than i'm not the only one residing in your heart.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009 - let it just be God and myself.
Ar Al-Khulaifi Qatar, 2008There are things that I want and certain of in life but only one person can fulfill it. There are also things that I want to eradicate and dispose out of my life and only one can do it.
I belong to no one else, but God and myself. I owe no explanation to anyone, but to God and myself. I can do anything, and only think about God and myself. This whole world belongs to God, and myself.
Tears are streaming down my face and there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009 - The Missing Brick by Paulo Coelho
Once, when I and my wife were travelling, I received a fax from my secretary.
'There's one glass brick missing for the work on the kitchen renovation,' she said. 'I'm sending you the original plan as well as the plan the builder has come up with to compensate for it.'
On the one hand, there was the design my wife had made: harmonious lines of bricks with an opening for ventilation. On the other, there was the plan drawn up to resolve the problem of the missing brick: a real jigsaw puzzle in which the glass squares were arranged in a higgledy-piggledy fashion that defied aesthetics.
'Just buy another brick,' wrote my wife. And so they did, and thus stuck to the original design.
That afternoon, I thought for a long time about what had happened; how often, for the lack of one brick, we completely distort the original plan of our lives.
by Paulo Coelho
Monday, August 10, 2009 - burning out and exhausted.
Ken Van Sickle Paris, 1955
"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."
- Kahlil Gibran
If you cared enough, you'd call. Unfortunately for me, I have a vagina.
I love you too, Dzulfikri Adam.
