Monday, August 7, 2017

early August and me





Last Friday on 040817 
sitting under dim late evening light with abah
with early August soft breeze 
peeling and operating the giant honey jackfruit 

Such a memorable picture taken by abah
Keep this one here as a memory 
So that one day I would looked back and reminiscing my sweet memories with abah

Love,
his daughter 

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Assalamualaikum.

Allahumma solli a'ala Saidina Muhammad wa a'ala aalihi wasohbihi wa barik wasallim..


1233pm.

They were having such a lazy afternoon - basking under the fierce sun
While I'm reading Brida by Paulo Coelho..

.. with full of thoughts & concerns dancing wildly in my head

"She wasn't afraid of difficulties; what frightened her was being forced to choose one particular path. Choosing a path meant having to miss out on others. She had a whole life to live and she was always thinking that, in future, she might regret the choices she made now." - Brida


Life is so complicated. Take risks.

Monday, April 17, 2017

nearly

0217 am.
April 17th, 2017.

I found it hard to breath these past few days.

My mak, abah and mak nah.
They are here, right in front of me.
Living their precious lives 
just right before my eyes.
But I..
I miss them. Terribly.
I don't know what would I do 
if that real day comes.

May Allah always showers them 
with happiness and His countless blessings.

May Allah make them proud, 
for having me as their daughter.