Days, or Weeks

In a few days, or weeks,

I shall held you in my arms

Calm and embracing

Soft and nurturing

For you, is half of me,

Sayang.

In a few days, or weeks,

we'll tread the journey

untested and unknowing

I'll be your best bud

and you'll be our precious gem.

For years to come

I wouldn't know what's in store

Or how our lives be severed

But our souls- will remain entwined

till the gates of heavens reunites us.

A blessing, a gift, my hadiah, my precious heart and soul.

I would never known anything

Before you came along.

May Allah keep us safe-

in a few more days, or weeks, to come.

In A Matter of 10 Years

Who are you, in 10 years.

What do you know. What you'd expect?

I came across a chat saved in my email between me and my high school friend, dated in 2010.

I'd rather call that year my Dark Age.

The manner of speaking is so unlike me nowadays, so childish and depressed (cz I just got out of a toxic relationship), yet so optimistic. It's an irony since it'd been ages I've spoken to him. He's kinda avoided me, and all of our other schoolmates, for reasons God knows what.

And 10 years later, I've been struggling with a different kind of hell.

Even after all that I've been through,

Going through the chat history made me realized that no matter how shitty and down I may feel,

Allah always have a way to turn it around.

So have some faith, shall we?

- 10 days towards Ramadhan,

Khairun.