For the last 6 years, I’ve had 3 different blog accounts. One minute I feel like I want to keep writing, and then the next I feel like I should just stop.

There are thousands of blogger on the internet. And I’m sorry for thinking about it this way, but I believe some of them are gone already. Gone as in dead. What happen to their blogs then? Do people still read them? Are the owners been perceived by others based on what they have written on the net?

I want to read them. I want to read the blogs of the dead.

Someday I will be at their place too. And then maybe you can give my blog a visit at that time.

Yours truly.

It is getting worse. I’m struggling just to complete a sentence. Really.

My nose has been runny for the last 3 days. I got more attention than I can handle. You know, the kind of attention when the class is silent, everyone is all ears, attentively listening to the lecture and then suddenly you sneeze so hard you start to wonder whether your nose has come off too.

But on the brighter side, I can start my very own rock band, and give a reason for Caleb Followill to watch his back. Well, at least for a few days. Why oh why this is not how I really sound like?

A bug came out of nowhere, flew straight to my left ear, one really gruesome look painted on my face, rocker’s voice at the top of my lungs, left hand knocked so hard under the table. Lost the mood, and now I feel like trash talking instead of writing.

Yours truly.

Hopefully it will be easier for me to put thoughts into words this time around.

Yours truly.

Salam….

 

Dear Moon,

It’s not about what you want,

It’s about what you need. Always.

What you want might not be the best for you.

So stop questioning why you don’t end up with what you have in mind.

Because Allah knows better.

So use your best weapon, make du’as everyday.

= )

It’s not the typical Monday blues, I can assure you that. Even the fact that I will be off for a while for a weekend gateway doesn’t seem to make any difference at all. And to top it all, it has been more than 24 hours the sun doesn’t show itself. Been raining since last night. But there is always a brighter side. I slept like a baaaayby last night. A really good one indeed.

However I deem it proper to inform passersby that I am not experiencing some sort of a mixed anxiety-depression syndrome or anything. Hehe. I’m cool man… I’m cool…. =P

Anyway here’s a thought, something that never failed to make my day.

Every grain of sand,

In every desert land,

He knows.

Every shade of palm,

Every closed hand,

He knows.

Every sparkling tear,

On every eyelash,

He knows.

Every thought I have,

And every word I share,

He knows.

Allah Knows.

Extracted from the song ‘Allah Knows’ by Zain Bhikha featuring Dawud Wharnsby. Beauuutiifuuulll!!!