Sunset

Listening to birds chirping. Feeling the breeze. Watching the Nile flowing.

The sun is setting down.

I feel close to Him. So close. Enough.

That was yesterday rhymes.

Everyday you'll face people. And afflicted by their ethics and behaviours. 

Yes, of course some of them will break your nerves right away they met your eyes.

And I choose to not to be close to them. Most of the time, I avoid talking to them. Because the warmness of ukhuwwah has been cold deep down to negative degrees by their ethics. Frustrated. Yes. I am. Because they know the things they hate and they still do that to other people. They know the things you hate, and still do that to you.

So... is it my problem when I choose to avoid the precipitating factors than treating the breaking nerves?

As long as I didn't shout unpleasant words, that's go fine with me.
With others, heh. That's their problem right?

Allah knows how much that hurts. Allah know how much effort I put to resist it. Nothing in ourselves is hidden from His sight. I'm just lucky enough for not facing what Prophet Nuh faced before, being laughed and scorned for making ship on top of the hill.

There's much more thing we need to do. Should those kind of little thorns on our way to Jannah bother us?
Heh. I'm going to continue walking. Full stop.

Yes. They aren't perfect. So I should forgive them.
So do I. I choose my own way to react. So, forgive me.


Hasbunallah wani'mal wakeel! That's the magic word I used all the times.