Alia's

My last post made me think how selfish I am worrying about useless thing ( my never ever going to happen love story) while my Muslims brothers and sisters are fighting for their life in Palestine, Gaza, Syria and all over the world. Today, back from terawikh I have the leisure of watching movie with my family and lazying on the couch while enjoying keropok lekor. While the others are begging for their life, been fasting not just because of Ramadhan but because they don't have food, been running around hiding from the rockets, missiles and guns and the worst part is THEY ARE JUST CHILDREN. KIDS. Age of 7,8 and 9 and even babies. Kids are losing their parents, man and woman loses their children. Their houses are destroyed. Streets filled with violent Zionists. They have nowhere to hide. It's a torture to watch all those pictures that people kept sharing on twitter and facebook. Those babies have done nothing wrong. They deserve better life. It's painful to watch and trus...

Nak nangis boleh? Kenapa asyik kecewa macam ni? Dah tahu bakal sakit, masih tegar mencari. Dah tahu akan pedih, gatal pergi tengok. Dah tahu hati akan sayu, kenapa pergi taruhkan harapan tinggi..? Dah tahu kan alia? Kenapa diri ini tak pernah sedar? Kenapa diri ini masih lalai? Kenapa perlu pisang berbuah berkali-kali dan kali? Kenapa alia? Kenapa hati ini lembut menyayangi? Kenapa hati ini begitu mudah tersentuh? Kenapa hati ini masih jatuh cinta? Dan kenapa kepada yang takkan pernah sudi? Tidakkah pengalaman lalu mengajar? Tidakkah kesakitan lalu masih membelengu diri? Tidakkah mahu bahagia dan bukan derita? Kenapa alia ? Kenapa? Bertepuk sebelah tangan bukanlah hakikat yang mudah untuk diterima .... Bangun lah . Bangun lah dari mimpi dan angan kosong ini. Bangun lah . Bangun lah dari kesakitan lalu. Sedar diri tu. Siapa lah kita. Siapa lah kita ni alia.....