The Stubborn Girl...

That was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was—I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across this journey, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.

I can be chill and frozen, like the ice on the north pole. But you can warm me with your kindness so I can be melt and liquify. Sometimes I could be warm to you if can be honest and faithful to me. But don't try to play a game with me, because I could.

Oh! Allah grant me a spouse whom: Will be the garment for my soul. Who will satisfy half of my deen. Who will be righteous and on Allah's path. Who will remind me to pray. Who earns money and things from halaal sources. Who always refer to Qur'an and Hadith. Who uses Sunnah as his/her moral guide. Who is always thankful and appreciate Allah for the man/woman at his/her side. Who always be conscious of his/her anger. Who often fasts and prays. who is sensitive and charitable. Who will honour and protect me. Who can guide me in this temporary life. Who loves me when I am with him/her, but still has me in his/her heart and on his/her mind when I am not with him/her. Aamiin

Because I’m so stupid and such a fool. My eyes don’t see nobody but you. Even though I know you love someone else. You could never know the pain that I felt. You probably never think of me at all. And I know we have no memories. But the one who really wants you is me. In the end only my tears will.

What's on my mind..? I don't have any idea... It just feel like an empty box... Wish I could fill it like I used to be in the past... Full of imagination and feel that everything is beautiful... Such a lonely heart like I feel grief in the grave...

I miss YOU... Really really miss YOU... YOU'RE very kind to me... Eventhough sometimes I forget to grateful... Only YOU WHOM really understand about me... If I remember YOU, my tears will be drop... I want to meet YOU in grief and satisfy feeling... Now I'm wondering "do YOU miss me too..?"

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Sometimes... I feel very funny at the time people hate each other... Why it should be like that..? Don't they remember how weak they're when they're a baby... And now, after they have strong enough, they use that power to hate each other...