The space between what’s wrong and right
You will find me waiting for you
All your fortresses go down in the night
To the dawn I’ll see you through

Cause I know, that you know
You’re all over me now
And it’s clear, you will show
And your curtains will close
But if your heart is cold
My sheets are warm
I will shelter you
All through the storm
I will shelter you
All through the storm

If the answers aren’t so easy to find
The questions will have to do
’Cause I’ve lost myself deep in your eyes
My only fix is you.

Siti Zakiah Zakaria.
06091993.
immensely adores Harun Yahya's collections;
his articles,
his movies,
his books.
not forgetting, Baba Ali and his advices.

from the soil, it becomes flesh
from flesh, it consists of organs
and with a heart that pumps, i live.

i need no special human.
nor do i need an extrodinary man.
i just need Allah
for all of these are eternity temporary.

170609
you'll be back.

 
to my dearest Seniors,
kakJam and geng who are to pursue in UM.
Fareng and geng who are to pursue in UIA.
kakAtiQah and geng who are to pursue in Al-Azhar.
i wish you All the very best. though you seniors may be far from my sight,
insyaAllah you seniors are right here, deep inside my heart.
through ITMAWAT i got to know you.
through obstacles i got to comprehend you.
through my mistakes i see the righteous in you.
and through all these, i love you.

thank you for the priceless memory we have shared together.
thank you for the support when we were at our wits end.
thank you for the advices you gave.
thank you for the guidence you have led us till the end.
and thank you for accepting the way we are.

-Allah ma'ana. =)

150609
its a present.

for what i've heard,
the past is history.
a history that has been written in one's memory.
the future is a mystery.
a mystery that is known by the One and only.
and the Present.
the present, is a gift.
so here is a gift for you.

the music playing is what i've brought for you.
now im saying, you were the weakling
my dear Darling.
who, were the only one that makes me swing.
its not for desire, neither it is to fulfil what i crave,
but this is just what you've turned me into. 

050609
its home.

i could hardly bring myself to sleep.
i rolled and awaited the day
which was practically just hours away.
i wonder and speculate what and how things are ahead.
there was anxious, however there was also fear.

everyone seemed excited and elated. with no doubt of excluding myself.
i kept myself in silence along the journey
the journey that will mean a tremendous change in my life.
but of course, the first impression of the site was unpleasant.
too many sighs and complains
we are, those who were pampered with comfortable places and well-off condition.
tiny winged-creatures were able to made us shout and run.
afterall, it was only day one.

"dua bende yang kite kene lupe ape die?"
"makan dan minum." second day was where it all begins.
every checkpoint has its own target.
basically its teamwork, endurance and never to give up.
it was tedious. everything was tedious.
when the darkness fell, here was the one time life experience.
we were able to picture the grossness and untidiness of it
however, it was far worst than we thought.
again complains and groans were thrown.
finally we sat along the stream.
the magnificent stream of pure colourless water with aligned rocks completes by the soothing rhythm of the flow.
i was breathless; SubhanaAllah. MasyaAllah. Allahu Akbar.

this is it.
the forest. its a heaven for a nature's  lover
despite the kissings of mosquitos and leeches.
"hud hud!!" with a seconds counted, "huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuddd!"
(oh that voice was mesmerizing).
it was the ultimate challange to climb by grabbing tree trunks.
it was awesome beyond words.
and when the sun changed its shift for the moon to shine
it was midnight for solo walk and another adventure game.
it was an absolute pitch dark
but Allah knows best, it rained heavily resulting a full bright impeccable moon surrounded by gorgeous stars hung against the clear clouds.
its again, an experience beyond words can describe.

a snapped of finger, its day four.
i abhore goodbyes and so longs
but insyaAllah if we are not meant to meet again in earth,
we will meet in the wonderful Paradise in hereafter.

PokNik and Abi; thank you. thank you and thank you for all of it.
Akhs and Ukhts in rebutia; thank you, keep in touch insyaAllah Ukhuwah Fillah.
Teammates and Ustazahs; thank you for going through it all.
thank you for taking care of us till your wits end.
Ayah Ibu; i get to see them the moment i step into my house,
ct sayang ibuayah teramat sangat.

ana, siti zakiah sayangkan antum semua. love beyond words.
Allah, thank you. thank you for giving me the chance to explore what im lack of.
thank you for giving me the chance to meet those wonderful creation of Yours.
and thank you for giving me the chance to breathe again.

Thank You.

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hear the silent cries, let the music play in those minds.