Can you do me a favour?

You know.

I always think. Think about things. A lot of things.

I don't know if all my decisions are right. Or wrong.

Or partially right and the rest are were wrong. I don't know.

I try to become what I should be.

But really, you have to help me, of course.

Help me to reach Allah. Help to make me realise that Allah is The Only Almighty. The One that I should rely on. Help to make me realise that our life is not being guaranteed yet. As if I will live with people who I love for the rest of my life, or me the one that will have to say goodbye to them first. I don't know.

So do you.

So, please. Please help me. Help ourselves.

Help ourselves to put Allah first wherever, whenever we go. Always. Always put Him in our hearts. Okay?

Please. Please. I'm begging you.

What does it feels like.

I have a question for you.

What does it feels like to have siblings?

When you were at the lowest point of yours, were they stay by your side? 
Were they give you support that you need?
Were they give you calmness that you seek?

No, I just keep wondering. And hoping.

Cause you know, being the only child is not as happy as most of the people thought. Yes, it is undeniable that you will get full attention from your parents. Almost all things you want (not necessarily needed), you will get them. Almost.

But,

Sometimes, it feels something wrong. Empty.

It's just, I don't know. Like, you can't share stories that you don't want to share with your parents and friends. Like, you can't put trust on someone else, if other people do bad to you.

Like,
You don't have people that you can depend on.



To my dearest brother, Mohammad Hafiz,

Although I have never get the chance to meet you, deep in my heart, I always wish I had. Please pray for our parents, okay? Oh, just to inform, your little sister's name is Nurafiqah Alya. We're doing just fine now :) Hope to meet you soon :)