bismillahirrahmanirrahim,
i am nobody.
i am just a regular girl, living my live in a country named Malaysia.
but i wish to say something,
since this is a FREE country, right? (not sure)
as a young Malaysian generation, I am truly dissapointed with some of the older generation..
PRU-13 has marked a new milestone in our political arena.
but.. yadaa yadaa.. the negative side,
it has sparked racism due to its result.
tolonglah orang2 yang lebih matang,
yg lebih banyak makan garam daripada kami,
whoever spark the racism better stop!
curb it before it turned into a giant inferno.
surely these people understand damn well May 13th,1969.
i login to my facebook,
and all i ever saw was major dissapoinment.
e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y.
Muslim, as they called themselves.
University graduates as they called themselves,
but why don't they act like one?
my apology if this post is hurting anyone's feeling in any means possible,
but this is my responsibility.
maybe not to say,but to write my heart.
i love this country.
please stop racism.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
long time no see
assalammualaikum,
by the time i write this, many things have changed,
me also have changed..
dont know whether a good shift or bad..
guess sometimes i was afraid with myself..
not a good sign to begin with..
its real.
i have changed.
and i fear what i'm capable of..
one night,
in the middle of the kitchen, when i was cooking,
i felt a wondrous hatred.
hatred to whom? i'm not sure.
just a plain hatred lurking to overpower me.
it happened frequently following that night
the saviour, of course Allah.
i have a religion, a belief, a creed or whatever you might called.
i've tied a knot with Islam and that sets my boundary.
my faculty of reasons- is a great gift from Allah.
mentall illness? nope.
just plain craziness i guess.
or just an immature way of expressing dissatisfaction of life.
by the time i write this, many things have changed,
me also have changed..
dont know whether a good shift or bad..
guess sometimes i was afraid with myself..
not a good sign to begin with..
its real.
i have changed.
and i fear what i'm capable of..
one night,
in the middle of the kitchen, when i was cooking,
i felt a wondrous hatred.
hatred to whom? i'm not sure.
just a plain hatred lurking to overpower me.
it happened frequently following that night
the saviour, of course Allah.
i have a religion, a belief, a creed or whatever you might called.
i've tied a knot with Islam and that sets my boundary.
my faculty of reasons- is a great gift from Allah.
mentall illness? nope.
just plain craziness i guess.
or just an immature way of expressing dissatisfaction of life.
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