Bismillah..
It's been 35 days since we heard the news that he had been sick
It had been 24 days that someone else were called to Him.
Today is his turn.
We were sure 35 days ago...there's signs that he even acknowledges. 24 days ago was not.
Life is... transient.
The world is a... facade.
If you are still sleeping.
Am I?
I had been...that's the truth.
But before Ramadhan opens, He reminds me again
O lost soul and tired limbs
Strained voices and broken dreams
You did live by the day love
But for what
For the world or for your own fate
What do you worry for?
Tears? Longing?
Or regrets?
Or a past you can't undo?
For a present not worth called True?
You have regressed for what's infront of you
Letting exhaustion consumes you
Their soul knows now where they are and still waits
The waiting that seems final
What of your soul, Han?
The one you buried deep just to escape the pain and shame?
Live for no one but for yourself
Reflect
...and come back
"O Allah swt, please forgive me. Forgive them. May we return to You in the best state. The one You favored. Not the ones astrayed. Aamiin~"
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