home is where the heart is

Bismillah..


"Thank You for being born" =')

a thousand million faces
she looks like her
he looks like him

when you see a picture
it's meaningless until you recognize it
an added value
someone(s) important to you

i heart you all
bubur purple and sushi-making cuisine
lingering at the living room and reading newspaper together
while taking turns for the ladies room to perform ablution
one straight row of submission
reminding..your textmessages and miscalls at 4am

twas' something i didn't realize i've been holding on for so long
like a habit
when it's gone
the loss was profound

you're the part of me that is good
when i couldn't see you
i don't know what i am
tattering like a newborn chick
until i can walk on my own again

i miss you
i do really miss you ='(

uhibbukum fillah
my sisters, you're whom i don't know how i could live without..

the thread is there
alive and beating
there might be millions of faces
that changes with passing hours
but yours i'll always know
like a headlong rush i didn't pause to 'be'
am pausing now
that collective breath that held the memories of you
when you stopped me just for a hug, a smile, a wave
a shared chocolate bar, passing of plates, a cup of water
smell of mosque/surau carpet
sand beneath the feet, the roaring of waves and scent of salty air
tangible memories that held my humanity
or rather habluminannas (hubungan dgn manusia) born of habluminallah (hubungan dengan Allah)
O Allah, what is real is that i couldn't stand being alone
standing up alone
Your Mercy is bountiful, a gift, a life
rahmat, Cahaya
this ties (ukhuwwah) are, too

hold me and don't let me go
my only link, my only salvation
O Allah..it's You.

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