.nafas.

She gave a piece of her heart to everyone  she met. The people want to give theirs in  return but, she refused. She said, "Yours  are complete now, I don't mind mine."  Slowly and surely, now there is only  one piece left.

Some people need a validation from  someone else.  "Am I a good person?"  "Are you happy with me?"  "Do you love me?"  A validation, or a confirmation.  That is all this while, they are truly living a  good life.  Some found it, -- the validation they need.  Some seek for it, not from a right person  (or maybe not in the right time too), hence  they cannot find it.  Why as a grown up adult, we are still like a kid,  wanting something like this?  In my defense, this is not a childish act.  It's just, maybe we want to feel the  sense of belonging, that we are worthy.  That our existence are matter.  Yes, that some people in the first line is,  me. I'm talking about myself.  Walaupun aku tahu sahaja, yang paling  penting adalah apa pandangan Allah  kepada kita. Bukan sangat tentang  pandangan manusia.  So, for all these years, how I was,  how my words have helped you?  Am I, enough,  to be called as a good person? 

just wondering, ada ke lagi orang yang baca blog aku ni selain aku sendiri? haha 

When you fall, when you feel so heavy, even to breathe, put your hands on your chest, and feel the beating heart. That, you will know, you have a very strong heart.  To rise again.

For how many times I will lose myself again?  For how many times do I have to go back  to that damn same place, again?

Aku sedih.  Aku marah.  Dan aku tahu.  Saatnya nanti ditarik nyawa.  Berpisah jiwa dan raga . Diletakkan aku menghadap Engkau. Saatnya itu bila dibukakan tanganku,  pasti tiada apa.  Tiada apa.  Tiada apa untuk aku tunjukkan,  walau sekelumit bukti.  Tiada sekelumit bukti.  Tentang perjalanan aku kepada Mu.  Kerana walau sedalam mana aku sedih. Kerana walau sekeras mana aku marah.  Aku tahu, kaki aku tidak pernah cuba  melangkah  mengubah arah.