.sadden.
a stranger ponders near me,
out loud she wonders how the weird ones live their life
how the dull people were ever satisfied with their life
how they live with their belief when she says they can’t do what they wanted to do
how does this stranger knows what those people want?
did those people feel sorry for her?
did they constantly questioned her ways?
i’m angered by your bluntness
your absent-mindedness
i pity your definition of my oh-so-grand-life
i’m sadden sometimes simply because of you being you
you question, but do you seek the answers?
you argue, but does it come with oaken stand?
you complain, but does it help?
but still, i thank you
you push, provoke me to seek the truth
for me to know me
to know my belief
to make it known why i live
to think why i am still here with you
but dear stranger,
oh my stranger…
please ya Allah..
from my sadden heart
filled with love for this stranger,
please ya Allah..
light up, open up her heart
shower her with blessings
bare her with understanding
please please…
for Islam is great
Islam is syumul..
and i am tired..
