I don’t know what had happened actually. Is it my altitude like that or my instinct driven by fate to chill and calm down on whatever had happened? I always bear with the quote, “setiap apa yang berlaku pasti ada hikmahnya”.
Therefore, from there I built up my strength to face all the surrounding that day after day, time past away make me suck with the situation. Is it fair to me that this thing used to happen on me every time until I want to cry because I can’t stand it anymore. I don’t want to asking help from another or from my parent. I don’t want to burden them with my obstacles that I have to face everyday. I always think, how could this be? And how long I have to faced up with all this .
I does not as strong as PBUH where PBUH really patient in what particular matter in the problems He faced. Oh…I wish I can inspired by PBUH and at least I wish I can get the strength of PBUH of how could he faced all the obstacles and very-very huge than mine without any lament and condemnation. Oh…I should felt a shame with PBUH since HE make the obstacles in front of HIM as a weapon to strive more and ahead further.
I wish I could learn from PBUH because I want HIS ‘Syafaat’ when the Day commenced.
For the reason I told, for the story I made, for the problems I faced, just let me and myself only knew about it because I don’t want anyone being annoyed simply because of my problems.
