Tanpa

Gelap

"How did it felt?" Perlahan.

"Hmmm?" Tak faham.

"Errr without dakwah and tarbiyah?" Gigit bibir, serba salah.

Tunduk, "kenapa tanya?"

"Err just because" sumpah salah tempat tanya. Rasa nak cancel balik soalan. Lajak kata hanya boleh dicover, mana boleh diundur.

Pejam mata, telan liur, tangan dan kaki dah mula rasa 'chill' dan 'rigor' *sejuk*. Sekali lagi telan air liur, "felt like dying" lemah, kesat, pedih. SOB.

"Eh?"

"A death sentence"

Mata menangkap titisan jernih di bibir mata sana.

"Kematian?"



***
-bagaimana jika bumi kehilangan mataharinya?
-a death sentence, died once, never twice. Kerna cinta akan benar-benar menunjukkan jalannya.
-moga kau tahu nilainya.


Jangan pernah cuba untuk merasainya, kuatkan langkahmu dan bertahanlah. Kerna dakwah dan tarbiyah itu nadi.




***
-gonna start 4th year esok, doakan semoga diredhai Allah langkahnya.
-3rd year, almost everyday end with tears, start with hope *that feeling, alhamdulillah; may Allah guide us through this again and again*
-to find yourself you need to lost, to accept and to fight your ownself.


Be it;
harder, tougher, sturdy, heart-breaking, restless;
This shall pass too 'Atiqah;
Believe!

=')