Salaam

The azure.

Two weeks ago, the horizon felt infinite, as it should be. The sky felt vast and light. The after rain nimbi were parading gracefully over the subtle limelight. The medium of passing showers brought the birds out for their last evening snack - their eyes aglow with the orange rays of twilight. When the biggest star had set, it gave way to a thousand others.

Life changing events, regardless of magnitude, create a lucid silence recognized by those who understand it.

The night feels a little heavy tonight, though.

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This doa was saved in my draft. I just feel like sharing it now. Allah has been watching over me lately.

Ya Rabbi.

I am making this doa openly to perhaps seek for mortal empathy, as I am truly weak. Thus help me, and be kind to my imperfect sincerity.

Allah, I bear witness that humans tend to disappoint and hurt, except You. So please instill in me, gently, the patience and wisdom to treat others fairly and kindly. I am beyond my breaking point, and I am tired of everything. I feel alone, yet so separated, from myself. I am lost, and I have nowhere to go.

Sunday

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Old Jap songs have the power to remove the rough edges on melancholic memories that didn't even happen.