Yakin.

A picture worth a thousand words. #4

Life is like camera,

focus on what's important, 

capture the good times, 

develop from negative, 

and;

if thing don't work out, 

just take another shot.

A picture worth a thousand words. #3

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy,

they are the charming gardeners who make our soul blossom.

Thank you friends; for being with me in every up and down of life.

A picture worth a thousand words. #2

You have to get hurt, that’s how you learn. 

The strongest people out there, the ones who laugh the 

hardest with a genuine smile, people who have fought the 

toughest battles. 

Because they've decided that they’re not going to let 

anything hold them down, they’re showing the world 

who’s boss.

*and now I just sit back, looking to the sky, counting stars & memories, collecting strength from the air, borrowing tomorrow from Allah.

The day will come.

I am running

To my destination.

In the dark.

In the rain.

In the tornado.

In the summer.

In the windy day.

At night.

In the morning, noon, evening.

Which I still searching for.

Seems like I am looking around.

Seeking for help.

But I do believe.

In the middle of the journey.

There will be someone.

That grab my hand gently.

Holding me tight.

Run with me.

Showing the right track.

To the left.

To the right.

Going straight.

Even making U-turn.

Till the end of path.

At that time.

I am very sure.

Very, very sure.

The person is send by Allah.

To light up my path life.

Together we face up and down.

Heading to jannah.

Thank you Allah.

I believe that Your timing is never too early, never too late.

What I have to do is believe in Your plan.

The day will come.

InsyaAllah.

bosan.

Argh!
Guling kiri, guling kanan.
Bosan.
Terlantang semula, pandang siling.
Bosan.
Toleh kanan. Nampak gunting. Capai.
Chap! Chap! Chap!
Buka gunting, tutup gunting.
Macam seronok.
Baiklah, 1, 2, 3 mula!
Gunting kuku.
Eh, tak berapa nak jalan.
Gunting jari.
Haaa. Ini baru betul.
Wow! Seronok. Hilang bosan.
Darah merah terpancut. Macam air terjun lah.
Selesai jari telunjuk.
Semakin ghairah rasanya.
Jari hantu, jari manis, jari kelingking.
Kembali ke ibu jari.
Besar sedikit. Banyak daya diperlukan.
Chap! Chap! Chap!
Habis selesai kelima-lima jari.
Oh, nampaknya sebelah kiri sahaja selesai.
Kanan sudah tak boleh digunting.
Bagaimana mahu mengaplikasikan mesin ringkas 2 bilah tajam ini.
Jemari comel di tangan kiri sudah habis.
Habis dicantas kerana bosan.
Ya, kerana bosan.

Oh.

"Wah, ayah, saya dapat kerja!!"

Lompat, lompat, lompat. Bergegar lemak sana-sini.

"Ayah tak izinkan."

Terdiam. Membisu seribu bahasa.

"Mana mungkin ayah izinkan anak perempuan keluar mencari rezeki di kota metropolitan. 

Kota yang tak pernah kenal siapa mangsa dan pemangsa. Kota yang siang dan malam tiada bezanya."

Diam lagi. Diam. Kaki menguis-nguis hujung alas kaki.

"Mana mungkin ayah izinkan anak perempuan keluar di tengah malam, dek tuntutan kerja yang tiada sempadan antara perhubungan negara; siang dan juga malam, jadi kita yang meangguk pada kuasa di dunia sebelah sana.

"Ayah tak izinkan. Mengerti?"

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'Ayah, saya dapat kerja. Itu kerjaya impian saya. Dan sekarang ayah tak izinkan.'

Senyum. Sembunyikan titis-titis air jernih di tubir mata.