Friday, August 14, 2009

Memories that hurt

It was a dark and a lonely night. It was way past her usual bedtime. But her eyes are still lively, maybe due to the gourmet coffee concoction she had earlier that night.

It was the memories that kept her awake. Memories that swirls around her like a gloomy mist. She choked, fighting back tears. Slowly the chapters unfolded, visioning each scene like pictures of a story book, page after page.


She’s hurt herself. Again and again. It was neither that she was naïve nor ignorant. Her eyes welled up of tears. It dripped down slowly, one by one. She started sobbing hard. Reached out for a tissue, two, and three..


She took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly. It was then that she was reminded of this:

''O ye who believe! Celebrate the praises of Allah, and do this often; And glorify Him morning and evening. He it is Who sends blessings on you, as do His angels, that He may bring you out from the depths of Darkness into Light: and He is Full of Mercy to the Believers.''(al-Quran 33:41-43)

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She smiled.

1 comment:

+akufobia+ said...

suka dia happy kembali.