Monday, August 11, 2014

Travels lead to home.

BismiLLAHirrahmanirrahim.
Assalamualaikum warahmatuLLAHi wabarakatuh.

I think I am becoming the newest stalker of Qatar Airways these days.

I called, I went to the office and for multiple times in an hour I logged in online.

I just want to go home.

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There was this thing that kept popping out in my mind for few times in the past few months...
It was words that people said.

How... funny it is when I read a well written status from a friend at Facebook,
but I just can't seem to like it.

And when another one writes something that is similar... I have no doubts in my mind.

It was weird for me. What is wrong with me?
Do I... take sides? :O

Then,
I realised... I prefer those who walk the talk.
Its simply because I know that this person is writing what he or she had did or experienced while the others who writes the same thing, I never got the chance to see their actions, (yet).

So if I like that to another person,
what am I suppose to do with myself?

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Come to think about it, life was never about the money.
Currency was invented by people.
Life was never about careers.
Different people play in different fields.

Its a definition that can't be filled.

I laid down so many times to think about religion.
I believe in mine.

And some people believe in theirs.

I am not a preacher, I am just a normal (please define) person.
At least for me.

I just want to live because I know I'll die.
I want to make people happy because I know they'll die.

But most of all,
to die is the only way to finally see the truth.

The moment you don't care when the sky is blue.

Because the only thing left is HIM and you.




ALLAHUa'lam.