Fortunately, I got my books on the 27th. March I
remember that I mentioned in my previous post that I was worried for
not receiving them. Luckily, at night my dad brought them to me ^_^
{LAW OF ATTRACTION}
Tiny PINK
BoOk light ^_^ it's so nice...
I've changed my mobile's case ^_^
شوقي اليك يهزني وكأنني
بسنا خيالك في الشروق بدا ليا
ان كنت أرثيك الغداة تألما...
فلكم رثا قلبي الجريح لحاليا!
فلك السلام مع الكواكب
مابدت أو طار طير أوترنم شاديا
يا
أخي.. يا أخي
يا
اخوتي ماذا نقول ... أم حزننا جلب البكاء
جلب البكاء لصحبةٍ... اهل المحبة والإخاء
عاشو على هدي النبي ... يرجون رحمان السماء
يرجون جنة ربهم ... يوم القيامة والجزاء
يوم رهيب قاتل ... في لحظة حق اللقاء
ترى وجوهاً كاحلات ... ترى وجوهاً ناعمات
ترى وجوهاً ناضرات ... فوق المنابر في السماء
فإذا سألت فإنهم ... قوم لباسهم الوفاء
يدعون في الليل البهيم ...يا ربنا اقبل ذا الدعاء
يا رب إنا مذنبون يارب إنا مشفقون ... يا رب إنا راغبون في جنة فوق
السماء
في جنة الخلد التي ... رفع الرسول لها اللقاء
Last night I couldn't bear the feeling of loss.. the
homesickness of my heart drifted me off to misery and despair... I am
a great worrier! I don't turn angry easily, but I worry a lot and I've
been stung by hardships and afflicted with calamity. I had scruples
and there were frightening questions rolling across my mind every now
and then... & this is how the monologue started: Where is he? is he
fine? does he think of me? does he want to return back home? is he
alive? What has been going on recently? am I living a nightmare? No
it's a FACT! Something that I cannot change with mere words or even
tears... I've been out of consciousness ever since the day he went
away... & I made many terrible mistakes...
Soon I was in floods of tears... and there was no sound
in my room but the sound of my dreadful groans...
Somehow, I felt glad for being a Muslim who turns to
God whenever she feels forlorn and lonely... All the doors close, but
His door is always open... supplication to Allah itself has a
beautiful taste... I just hope to remain patient, for my patience is
very limited...
