Unwritten

Can you keep up with my heartbeat?
To the rhythm of my defeat
It's beating, beating in agony
Courtesy of my own phantasy

I've made a mistake of not trusting You
And now I have to face the consequence
I know I'll get over this someday somewhere
But right now this ache I just can't replace

So tonight I'll drown my sadness away
With a melody of remembrance
In hopes that my heart will tremble
Back to You.. to You

And here's my final gift
One last smile as tears fall down my face
With my hands over my heart
Goodbye to a story unwritten

Two Worlds Apart

Two people were destined to meet. An American in his fifties and a Bruneian in her twenties. He was a Christian and she was a Muslim. They were bound to meet as work colleagues.

This is not your typical love story. After a meeting they decided to stay in the meeting room doing their own work. Along the way a conversation was started with the man talking about how his exposure to Brunei has changed his insight. He saw something here that was missing in America: respect for the elderly. They exchanged opinions going so far as to the topic of religion and how it contributes to a person's conduct. He then asked her opinions on the need of 'giving' because he finds it hard to give especially when the people close to him demands it. His heart felt constricted. So she talked about the heart. And along the way he understood the wisdom she was trying to deliver. When she finished and was about to leave, he said,

"Thank you God for letting me meet Sarah."

In that second, I froze in place. And I could only smile, thanking God that as a person, I was able to help a fellow human, thinking how beautiful life can be, if you live it earnestly.

This is not your typical love story. This is a story about being human. He is a Christian and I am a Muslim. But we're no different because the heart functions the same. And we both understand that we, need God.

Paper Heart

As I appear in your life, you read a synopsis of myself.

Think of my heart as a book,
think of my soul as a character,
think of my mind as a writer,
think of my voice as a pen,
think of my thoughts as words,
think of my days as sentences,
think of my months as paragraphs,
think of my years as pages,
think of my age as chapters,
think of my life as a story,
think of my death... as the end.

Remember The Refugees

Washed ashore
That's all we will ever know
A second too quick
Scrolled down and skipped

Kept at bay
Surviving in astray
Screams and tears
From all these years

What's a heart
When it beats on ignorance
What's a life
When it lives unprotected

Washed ashore
That's all we will ever know..

Savior

I was once a kid with no direction
Living life in search of exhilaration
Then a savior found me and guided me to an ambition
For a life filled with devotion

Since honesty is the best policy
I can't see why this path is not for me
For what it's worth internally
This is really who I am meant to be

So please just let me rhyme
In the midst of our prime
Of a melody we used to chime
As a reminder for another time

Just A Thought

Arriving home last night, there was a parcel sitting on the shoe rack. I left it there as I thought it was an item that I ordered. This morning, after reading the Quran, enveloped in my pink throw and holding close my Paopu plushie, I stared at the plushie thinking whether I should get another one before going back to Brunei. Disregarding that thought, I decided to take the parcel on the shoe rack and open it. Carefully slitting the sellotape around the edges, I unfolded the wrap. To my absolute astonishment, I was presented with a colorful box. Bewildered, I opened the box and I swear my heart rate accelerated and my breathing became hitched. 

I was beyond speechless. 

A medium paopu plushie and two cards were carefully situated in the box. I could only stare for what seemed like ages before I could put my hands on the cards. 

"Assalamu'alaikum ka Sarah" ... 

 I can only thank Allah for He is The All Hearing, The All Seeing, The Most Loving heart emoticon It was only a small thought that crossed my mind, and He made it a reality in a matter of seconds! Allahu Akbar. Sometimes as constant sinners, we feel that we do not deserve any blessings but really, life in itself, every breath that we take, is His way of providing and caring for us. All we need to do is just submit to Him wholeheartedly. 

"Do they not know that Allah extends provision for whom He wills and restricts [it]? Indeed in that are signs for the people who believe. Say, 'O My servants who have transgressed against themselves [by sinning], do not despair of the mercy of Allah. Indeed, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed, it is He who is the Forgiving, the Merciful.' "

(Az-Zumar: 52 - 53)

All We Are

"You were made by God and for God - 

and until you understand that,

life will never make sense."