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May 16, 2015

A Great Loss

I look around:
The earth – beautiful.
The nature - green and alive.
The air - refreshing.
Ah! Who’s the Creator behind all these?
Every corner in this world - not ours.
Every breath that we take – temporary.
One day,
It shall stop without asking us
Are we good enough to be
great Muslims?
Are we deserving of heaven
or not?
Many - ungrateful
They treat earth and its content so badly.
Yet, they forget that
He is watching and observing
days and nights
eternally.
Haven’t we realised even a bit of it?
Such a great great loss
What a great great loss.
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April 14, 2015

Penat


hari ini, banjir lagi kalis matanya
hari ini, runtuh lagi jiwanya

ya, 
wanita yang bersuara keras,
yang berlagak kasar
yang berpura kuat
itu 

ternyata
sudah penat
dengan onar dan domba
dengan sayang yang dusta
ternyata 
semuanya mengecewakan

hari ini, banjir lagi kalis matanya
hari ini, runtuh lagi jiwanya

ya,
kerana dia
yang berlari pergi
tapi
juga kerana Dia
yang sentiasa di sisi
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April 12, 2015

Menulis

Hello!

Aku rasa aku patut buat blog baru kot. Nak lari sikit. Hihi. 
Atau kita tak payah buat blog, kita menulis je dalam buku
lebih baik, lebih privasi, lebih menyendiri.

Tapi rasanya akan/mesti buat satu blog khas untuk brush up skills aku dalam penulisan. Mana tahu tengah syok tulis-tulis, tiba-tiba orang dari majalah LIBUR singgah baca. Untung-untung dapat jadi travel writer, ye dok?

Berangan saja. Tapi angan-angan boleh jadi kenyataan bukan?


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March 10, 2015

Parts of my mind

Recently, I got burned and it really taught me a lot. It really got me thinking and made me look deep. We live in such a photoshopped world! It has really started to hurt my heart. Its like we all have to be so perfectly manicured. Every hair perfectly placed. And God forbid if we have blemish or two or five!  And don't even begin to talk things like scars or stretch marks!

Ive started to wonder- where are the people who still appreciate any humanness? Where are the ones still comfortable with the not-so-perfect, messy parts of life? The messy parts of each other? Just the real, flaws and all...

I have begun to fell more and more that it is a dying breed.

And that breaks my heart...
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March 9, 2015

Girlfriend


Good friend are like stars, you don't always see them. But you know they're always there :)

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March 3, 2015

Puzzle


When we were born, we were an incomplete puzzle. Love and whatnot filled us up with a few pieces but throughout the years of growing up, a rascal, maybe two or three, took some of those pieces out of us. And we would continuously try to fill each vacant spaces with new ones but people would continuously rule them out. But we never give up to fill those empty spaces until at one point in our lives, we found someone that we thought would finally make our puzzles complete, but being more powerful than those rascals, this particular one ravaged the puzzle, scratching each and everything, tearing us into bits, threw us, smashed us with no slight mercy and left us lied by our own thoughts and feelings. And just like before, we would fix the puzzle again and again and again but, we stayed like that forever, forever an incomplete puzzle...

till the moment of our passing
till the last of our breath.
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February 10, 2015

Silver Lining

Braaaaaaaaanngggggggbufffffggghhhhh!

              The majestic vein-like lights started to roam the darkened sky. Slowly, the dry pavements began to wet with little raindrops. Drip upon drip they sent shivers to her weak bones. The silhouette of big trees opposite her house swung from right to left. The clouds were having a war again. The glass window was wet washed up by heavy rain. Her vision became a blur. She wiped the glass window repeatedly though she knew already that the blurriness would not go away. All she saw then were bright lights from the streets and heard the swish of tires against the tarred roads. She put her paw against the window pane. It felt cold. The glass window was smooth compared to the rough tarred road. She remembered the revolting greenish slime under her paws before. The colour never seemed to vanish even until today.  However, she was glad that the smell had gone. The mixed odour of wet garbage, mud, grass, blood and rotten food; they smelled of desolation and disgrace. It was horrific. She loved the rain though. It had this wonderful distinct smell that always seemed to soothe her unsettled heart. The every drip of it that fell onto a solid object played a rhythm of life. Drip, drip, drip, her soul waltzed to it. Drip, drip, drip, her body felt light.

              Her eyes slowly shutting as her head rested onto her paws. Suddenly, a bright light flashed before her eyes. A small vehicle stopped on the side of the road. A little boy ran out of the car and disappeared into the tall grass among the big trees. Soon, he went out with a small animal in his arms. It was a very small kitten. She wondered how the little boy managed to see that tiny creature since it was quite dark and rainy. She couldn’t figure out the mystery very well as heavy breath rose slowly from her chest. She thought maybe children do have mysterious instincts. Their pure hearts could always see what we could not. The rain was stopping.

              The little boy hugged the kitten tightly and his parents patted on his back like a congratulate gesture. She stared out to the boy as he wrapped the little kitten with his sweater. She also saw him wiping the little kitten’s paws with it. She looked down to hers.  A few thin furs surrounded the window seat. Her head felt heaviness so she rested it onto her paws. Little by little, the sun peeked out from behind the big trees. She saw the boy bringing the kitten into the car. The kitten looked a bit weak but she knew that it would be given a home where it could grow healthy and strong. Her gaze steadied onto the new family then her eyes began to shut tight. Now, all she could hear was the vehicle driving off. The rainwater from the tiny hanging orchid pots fell onto a broken stool outside the window. Drip, drip, drip, it played the rhythm of life. Drip, drip, drip, the raindrop fell and her pulse danced slowly to it. She felt glad that a soul was saved that day. She felt fortunate to have witnessed such wonderful event. Drip, drip, drip, the raindrop fell like a tick of a clock. Her breath drew heavier, her heartbeat stopped then she fell into eternal darkness. No raindrops were heard ever since.
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February 1, 2015

Reads



When you read a book, not a particularly ordinary book in this case. And each words written there seems to be etched upon your skins of thoughts. You mind scarred with its beauty, aching for more, craving to have written in equal aesthetic quality.

I can't help myself from stopping for a while, to gulp the fluid of words down my throat and move my hand to scribble the torrents down in blank pages. 

Dead men's words have never been so alive, as long as the words he crafted live in the mind of those who reads.


I am intoxicated beyond words and strings of alphabets. 
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