There were a lot of things happened to me and people around me lately.
*Hurm...*
Trillion of words are juggling around in my mind at the moment until I couldn't manage to catch any to type down here.
I've been forgetting about Him and He lately.
To Him...
I forgot to thank Him for letting me have a wonderful long day.
I forgot to thank Him for giving me another day to live.
I forgot to wish Him to be in His guidance every seconds, minutes, hours and days.
I forgot to wish Him to bless my day in my work.
I forgot Allah.
To He...
I forgot His much of His love to His ummah..
I forgot His preach..
I forgot to wish His blessing everyday and night.
I forgot how His wants His followers to be..
I forgot Rasulullah.
When I forgot Them, I know They always remember me.
They send me a lot of obstacles to remind me.
To wake me up.
To make realize.
Nothing else I can do except for crying of gratefulness to Them.
I got offended when people call me Ustazah.
Because I do not want to be called that.
I got offended when people call me Social Girl.
Because I do not want to be called that.
I got offended when people call me Stylo.
Because I do not want to be called that.
I got offended when people call me Fashion Destroyer.
Because I do not want to be called that.
Because I do not want to be called THOSE, I've forgotten who have created as I am.
Because I do not want to be called THOSE, I've became someone uncomfortable.
Because I do not want to be called THOSE, Ive changed.
I am different from myself because I'm not strong and bold enough to be called THOSE.
Since I'm not strong and bold enough to be called THOSE I've forgotten Them.
Ya Allah and Rasulullah, I am such a disgrace follower and yet You are the most I love. I pray and wish please let my heart clean so that my heart qualifies to love you, Allah and Rasulullah as much as You love Your umat.
