Letters

Bismillah It must have been a year since I was thrown across an ocean far from home Life is making no sense Riding in between the highs and lows Woah, when awake in the morning You is the first on my mind Maybe what I miss most It wasn't made of steel and stones And maybe what I miss most It wasn't born of skin and bone Under the sun, up on the waves Under three climbs when I'm far away Maybe what I miss most And maybe you'll never know Post terakhir tahun 2018, inshaAllah tahun terakhir berjauhan dengan family. Sejak baca post Ustaz Hasrizal haritu, macam-macam terbayang dalam kepala. Dan selama ni pun dah banyak fikir sorang-sorang, ingatkan benda tu tak wajar difikirkan dan tak normal, rupanya ramai yang jugak yang hadapi masalah yang sama. Entahlah, walaupun, semua benda sudah ditakdirkan Allah, tapi, keputusan-keputusan yang dibuat sebelum ni sangatlah beri kesan pada diri yang sekarang. Ia tentang hubungan diri sendiri dengan family dan