it takes the eye to blink or the heart to beat to see why life matters.
who would have known, the hours lost in your moment. is the most precious time of your life.
blink once, blink twice….
the dimming light obnubilates the sight of your loved ones flashed before you,
love unflinchingly, all out and head first,
you know it’s time to let go…
…
cut on her skin, drawing blood, beauty marred by a terrible wrong.
for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to tear. she knows, it’s for her own good…
in her sleep, she’s dancing as she fights,
numb; she couldn’t feel it, when the knife thrust inside.
she was reaching out for the balloon in the sky. the balloon; her dreams, almost swept away…
waking up to the sound of holler. it hurts, more than anything else; as it was accompanied by the sense of loss and bitterness…
though life leaking out of her, as she vomits the venom; every second passes, with supreme loving care, she felt strangely alive…
barely awake, she pushes herself. just to get a glimpse of pure delight in someone else’s face…
it’s them. who have made it possible. who sat every hour, every minute. praying. bracing against the wind of chance.
…
as days go by…
some were hospitalized and recovered; Clinton for instance.
some were hospitalized and gone forever; Allahyarham Ahmad Sharby—ina lillah, my prayers for the soul R.I.P.
some, simply redha; standing on her toes, leaning forward, and keep on fighting.
Alhamdulillah. you know you can never thank anyone enough.
…
Alhamdulillah. my recently improved health is a credit to your prayers and attentiveness.
Thank you for everything and God bless your kind soul.
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