I don't claim to be a good writer, but I sure do try. For the past few posts, people have commented, sent me messages privately on their thoughts of my writings. I am glad to know that people, near and far, are trying to understand the meaning of my words and at times, are able to relate with what has been felt. As always, there will always be a message that tells me that in times of trouble, I should turn to God. Do you notice how only when we're at our weakest, only then we'd turn to God? Well, those like me anyway. We are tooindulged in this temporary life, that sometimes we forget why we're here. I feel relieved, though my tears don't mean much to most people, I am comforted..

A few months ago, a dear friend gave me the Qur'an as a birthday present. I hadn't opened it until yesterday when another friend decided that he wanted to read to me. I forgot, I'm so sorry, I forgot what it felt like to be free from pain, to relieve myself from burden for just a few minutes to read a few verses.

I cannot explain why I've been crying other than the selfish reason of missing someone.. and I cannot explain why tears are flowing from my eyes as I write this. I've always tried to be vague in my writings, sometimes when I look back to 3 years ago.. even I can't remember what I was on about. But I could tell from the way I wrote, how much pain I must've been feeling.

In just three weeks, I'll be done with my masters. Alhamdulillah. From there, I have to sort my life out and find out what it is I'm meant to do.

-y