"Belum tibakah masanya bagi orang-orang yang beriman untuk secara khusyuk mengingati Allah dan mematuhi kebenaran yang telah diwahyukan (kepada mereka) dan janganlah mereka (berlaku) seperti orang-orang yang telah menerima kitab sebelum itu, kemudian mereka melalui masa yang panjang sehingga hati mereka menjadi keras. Dan banyak di antara mereka menjadi orang-orang fasik." [Al Hadid, 57 : 16]

Saturday, 22 March 2014

My dream is real.


I had this doubt.
About how my future is really going to be. About what I really want, and what I'm given, and what I'd chosen. About "what if" and "can I?". Questions, regrets and pointing fingers.

But I've just realized, those things were only holding me back from moving forward. Not only that, they were paralyzing me, slowly. Making my days lifeless, pointless. And I'm done with that! I am who I am, because of the choices that I've made. Only a coward turns back, and I know I'm not one. If I blame others, it is as if I have given up my power to change.

Maybe the reason why all the doors are closed, is so you can open one that leads you to the perfect road.

I may see closed doors. I'm opening one. I can't see where this road will lead me, but the best things in life are unseen. Allah is a prove enough. And I know whatever the ending is, nothing will ever be just a waste. Life is giving me a lined paper, I'm gonna write the other way. I am dreaming more than others think is practical. But I know my dream is real, the failure to realize it is the only unreality.

This is my life. No one's gonna fight for it but me.