Saturday 17 December 2022

Dear Mother

 Dear Mother,

What I want to tell you is,

I love you... from the deepest of my heart.


I didn't realize how much I love you.

All of my anger comes from sadness.

The sadness that I kept inside until now.

The sadness that I feel because of your sacrifice.


You sacrifice a lot.

For being my father when my father was not home.

You manage all of my problems effortlessly;

Until I forgot what you had sacrifice for me. 


Also the sadness of seeing you sacrifice your true self,

In front of my eyes. 

You suffer.

It hurts so much seeing that. 


Please dear mother.

Please just be yourself and love yourself before its too late. 

I love you and now it is okay to let go all of that pain and find your true self.

I always understand your sadness in silence.


In my heart I scream I love you so much that it wont fit out of my mouth. 

It's okay to cry it means that you care a lot.

It's not a weakness. 

But for me it's strength. I know you are the strongest person in my life. 

I love you mother... I love you...


--intan 2.30PM 18/12/2022

Friday 16 December 2022

Between two realms

Peace be upon you.
I hope you can greet me back from over there.
I miss the smell of your warmth perfume.
God let it soothe my heart. Always.

Can you still feel emotions?
Can you still remember me?
As I can remember all your kisses on my cheeks
Is my heart still alive within yours?

I know Allah let me feel like you miss me.
I miss you too love.
I miss you too... So much..



"Indeed we belong to Allah, and indeed to Him we will return."

Wednesday 14 December 2022

Things that I love and love doing

1. God (This is enough for me to love others)


What I love doing to channel out my negative emotions:

1. Books especially philosophy and spirituality genre

2. Poetry or music with abstract lyrics

3. Abstract art

4. Spirituality Photography

5. Maybe sourdhough bread (Struggling right now with making the starter but it's okay to not know. that means I am learning! ^__^ )

Fear

I feel a knife stabbed in my chest;
with disappointment of my heart creation.
I live in my imagination to seek for you;
but you were never there in the first place.

Is that love or just pure insanity?
I wish the depth of the feelings were not my own but someone elses.

Is that you?
Or God disappointment in me?

I fear that I am far away from God's love.
So let me choose myself, 
knowing that you're me.