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sesungguhnya allah itu cantik dan suka akn kecantikan


dunia ini sederhana kecil
xbegitu besar dan xjuga kecil
jd dunia ini sederhana kecil...



cinta itu jika dberi tp xditerima umpama
awan menurunkan hujann di tgh lautan...

ali bin abi talib: Ilmu lebih tinggi nilainya dr harta,krn harta perlu dijaga tp ilmu xperlu djaga bahkan ilmu yg menjag kamu..

"Sebaik-baik kamu ialah orang yang tidak meninggalkan akhirat kerana dunianya dan tidak meniggalkan dunia kerana akhiratnya" (Hadis Riwayat Al-Khatib)

dunia ini umpama lautan yg luas...... disitu adanyaa kebahagiaan dan kesedihan ..... tlh ramai yg karam di lautan krn muatan mrk ..... mampukah kita menempuhi lautan yg luas itu dgn iman sebagai muatan dan takwa sebagai layar ?? insyaallah .....


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Monday, December 7, 2009

loneliness

as the sunlight slowly faded away
the city lights flickered on, one by one,
illuminating everything on the outside
and casting a shadow on the inside;

as time slowly ticked past,
the darkness inched closer and closer
spreading its shadows across the land,
my inner self comes alive;

as much as i struggle and curl underneath the blanket,
my fears come alive, and slowly engulfs me from the inside
and tears up the mask that i so successfully put on during the day;

fears that torment me from the inside during the day
comes alive as soon the light fades away and i am back into my den,
with a mind of its own, tormenting me every single night,
sometimes i wished i was dead;

surrounded by many,
yet isolated and alone,
i try to reach out to people
but succeed in grasping just empty air;

struggling to keep my sanity,
i plunge myself into darkness
for its the only place to hide
to cope with all this,
i give up and cry myself to sleep;

it’s tiresome to want something you don’t have, and each morning
i wake with loneliness by my side, each day I walk with it’s presence
in my footsteps, each night it lies hand in hand with my insomnia;

perhaps i have become invisible?
or have i become just an figment of imagination?
they cried on my shoulders and i soaked up their tears,
asking for nothing in return, but when i need someone,
where did they all go?



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