Kisah-kisah kemenangan dan kekalahan seorang manusia biasa dalam perjalanan merangkak ke arah Allah. (Ummi Musa)
Looking at the sky makes me want to cry coz do I ever try to fly high enough to reach You?
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Love is, wanting to hold someone's hand while they fail and falter
yep. all Dr fahri-imma-get-me-a-phd could say about me is my inability to wake up for fajr and that i'm temperamental. well hello, Dr fahri, my friends from form 5 already know that. My 'impatience' is not a sin. I would have killed you and my kids if not for my abrupt departure. because all you cared about is your faculty, and your face and pretty girls and your "da'wah work". it's not wrong, but neglect and indifference is wrong. you're no womanizer, no drunkard, no gambler, but that doesn't mean with that you've bought your ticket to jannah. i am, not perfect. that doesn't mean i have to be bipolar. you, are not perfect, doesn't necessarily mean you're the dajjal. oh well. khalas, life goes on.
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