phone’s screen is now turned off
dark, pitch black.
Playing around and around
voices, “Not to trust Nurul, but trust in Allah first”
smiled. Me and you, we have one true Lord.
even people could recover from an abusive relationship
having turn to crisis point for support
you’d realised that the only thing lasting on this world
driven by His intricate and subtle hands
slowly you are rotating along an axis
the point of the axis is Him, your sustainer.
For you dear, He’ll make what seems impossible into a reality.
“Where are you my dear?
Hug hayaa tight and selawat”
“Hehe, your Harun”
“This will help you calm yourself and reduce the anxiety, don’t forget to take it along with the other one”
“When I recalled back on your mom wishes, I am feeling so sad. I am serious here”
“You are just like me but an extreme version. So, limit people contact and only be with those whom you know won’t turn their backs on you”
“What you have is an illness, and your thoughts are part of this illness”
“Do you love mama? If you do, you will do what your Lord want you to do”
I am not even bother about it.
I have my people, my Lord sent them.
more than enough to be grateful of.
there are this side of the world
full of warmth, love and care
and I don’t have to feel scared
You made me feel safe and secured.
Heal me. Mend what is broken and corrupted.
Thoughts. Hearts. Blood. Breath. People.
You make us strong,
sustain on this path of Truth.