dialogue

We converse in my heart.
Is it of my imagination? or is it of my reality?

I heard your voice all the way from Paris,
to Dubai,
then from Italy,
to Rome,
then from San Francisco,
to New York City.

Are you closer? Or does this distance make the heart grows fonder?

Go further if you so wish,
but this dialogue we exchange,
in my heart,
it will stay,
in my heart,
it will repeat,
until the day you are closer,
until this distance is of nonexistence.

"And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." -Khalil Gibran

Unfinished.

Peace be upon you.

I never found the right words to finish this feeling that I was attempting to express. It makes me wonder if it just wasn't meant to be shared. Nonetheless, I will share it. Maybe another reader would be inspired from it. Ma'salaama.

"Crying is a state of the heart"

Walking up the stairs of His house,
My heart trembled.
For there are so many adversities in this world,
To endure with patience.
A strength that is of existence deep in the weak.

Seven bones touched the ground,
Tears quickly fall to the floor.
In silence, my whispers are only between me and Him.
Returning back up...

Eid Mubarak

In His name, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Alhamdulilah, all blessing is due to Him, syawal 1431H was celebrated in my motherland.
The atmosphere was a total culture shock after ten years of celebrating eid in a stranger's land (as the malay say it, raya diperantauan).

There's no doubt that tears flowed at the sound of praising the Almighty at each corner of the House. Heart trembles at His mercy, tears flows with thanks.

One thing I can say is that raya this year definitely did not belong to me or my siblings. The ten years tradition of making kuih, vacuuming the house, waking up early, taking family pictures, greeting people all day, cutting nasi impit, and washing dishes was all different this year.

Instead, syawal 1431H belonged to my parents, syukur alhamdulilah. To see them with their parents, laughing and joking around with their siblings, and catching up with long lost relatives, not a single picture could capture such moments.


ibu & ayah at ayah's parents, Perak

And to all my readers, I would like to wish you a very happy Eid/Raya Aidilfitri :) Sorry, not a lot of pictures this year were taken... too busy catching up with the delicious pastries and food.

Fi'amanillah.