Hello.
Another day just pass me by . I sat beside the window and wandered the sky above. The loneliest bird would be a friend of mine , for sure . It is not that I feel really lonely -- but a little bit sad . When I am going to get what I want ? Sometimes I'm being way too much rebellious on what I'm facing of . The rain seems understand what my heart has spoke. The shadow of trees follow mine and it gently whisper with the wind . I tried to answers it by myself , but no one has really confirmed it . To whom shall I speak out my thoughts ? A friend ? A stranger ? Maybe they wouldn't interested in my stories , of course. Mine isn't heartwarming like yours . Or perhaps unique . Oh you crazy Qurratul , what have you done to yourself ? Are you trying to say I'm also perhaps as useless as a broken brick ? The pot of golds weren't mine in the past , so please , think that you also can feel the happiness you longing . Just have much remembrance in Allah , and all problems seem fade away.
