Keikhlasan

Wahai pengembara, yang jauh dari makhota kesempurnaan, aku bersyukur kerana dalam detik-detik penting ini, engkau terpegang ikhlas kepada kerinduan yang menenangkan kalbu. Engkau malu terhadap Maha Pemberi. Engkau rindu kepada Yang Dicintai. 

Terima kasih.

Bismillahi-rahmani-raheem.

Ramadhan 2020

The compass swings inwards. The night rains are retuning relevant senses to the pluviophile. The leaves are turning deep green and keeping things in perspective. It is a blessing to experience this blend of remoteness and intimacy. It is a blessing to steer goodness in little ways into things that matter.

What a moment to be alive amidst the trials and structured pandemonium.

How I imagined it to be

Alhamdulillah.

I received a special blessing this morning.

Reminded me of this:-

"Ah, yes a new calendar. I've not been a fan of a motivational start, thus I'll pay a visit down memory lane. Remember your kindergarten art assignments? I recall submitting repeated drawings of the same old thing. A house, with two curtained windows, perched on a hill, in the hour of a sunset. Most time will be spent doing the foreground, which is a set of textured wooden fence accompanied by the slight overgrowth of flora. It seems to have a story of its own. One day, I wish to framelessly pin it on the side of a secret pine trail, while placing hope in discovering a similar painting in an untouched meadow.

I've flipped my canvas into an empty page. Last year, I learnt that perfection can never be shown, only discovered. And only discovery itself, defines perfection in this world."