Stamford Professional Administrative Seminar 2006

M Me and the emcee



I love this dress...

My soul

In between zikir and selawat my soul cries,
In between sleep and counciousness my soul weeps,
For people only want others to feel what they felt,
Its easy to understand,
After all we are only human,
We hurt each other as others has hurt us,
In between taubat and tahajud,
My soul suffers,
Can be a day peace come to me,
Can be a day one can be forgiven,
Still my soul weeps,
Wrongs to Allah we can ask for forgiveness,
But wrongs to human?
Only the human can forgive,
A voice once told me,
Istiqamah because you are in the counscious state,
Do not expect a tree which is plant today to fruit,
But that is my upmost weakness,
Patience is what I have to learn,
In between Maghrib and Isyak,
Still my soul cries,
Too many hatred drive away all love,
Is it too late,
A voice told me,
istiqamah,
You cannot give up,
As everything has a solution,
Everything has already been written,
Let this be a lesson for me,
Still my soul cries,
Morning to evening,
Evening to night,
From dusk till dawn,
Still my soul cries,
But I have to live,
I have to eat,
I have to work,
But in between still my soul cries,
Broken heart can never be mended,
Humpty dumpty can never be put together again,
Is there hope?
Only Allah knows the answer,
For at least my lost soul has found its way back,
To pray but weeping at the same time..
Stop weeping...
I can't,
But Allah loves you,
This is all a test to show how you have forgotten...
Let me have peace.....
Subhanallah
Let me have peace.....