Praise Allah for His power we manage to live the way we are now. Praise to Him, for him we remember who we are and walk back to where we are to we where we should start.

Give the present of praise to the Prophet Muhammad S.A.W, for his remembrance of his ummat even before he left us to be with the Mighty Allah. With the story, when his soul was up above his neck, his words remain, Ummati !! Ummati !! As-Solat !! As-Solat !! . To him, nothing matters in this world more then us his beloved ummat. We MUST put our respect most of him than the greatest man on earth for he is the greatest among all even if the world lives for another million years.



The only key to heaven is
لا اله الا الله محمد رسول الله

None to Say.

The cold freezes my words. Only this came between the blowing wind.

At This Moment 2

Thank you for the force.
Thank you for the push.
You've made me talk.
You messed me up.
In that moment I didn't feel like it.
Just for a second, it kept on popping out.
Cause I know that expression.
The same before.
Not in that moment I wanted to spill it.
Hurt is just there and I knew.
Told the picture on the other side.
What I said was not what I said.
More to come you should know.
But maybe no, you wouldn't need that speech no more.

1130am looking at my screen
With fingers making those writing noise.
With the cold surrounding my feet.
Even if the sun is shining.
There is still no heat.
Just like the season in your heart.
HAHA. With me laughing alone.
Without any shower foam on my body.
Writing this without intuition.
With an only reason that there is none.
Serving the net for a time machine.
And I bet you know why with the fact it doesn't exist.
HAHA. Yes I can be dumb sometimes.
Dumb when only this chapter comes.
Cause we are all dumb in this sense.
END.

At This Moment.

In this cold I sailed,
On the white paths of white crystals,
With the dim lights on the street,
Buttons and zips are tight up through my body,
Breath of white smokes coming out from before my lips,
Frozen hair which means the emptiness of the wind,
A mile to be brought down,
Legs keep on rowing to be faster then the slow,
Halfway with a thought of a missing book on the hands,
Stare and think with a possibility of going back,
But straight he walks to the place,
Not looking back going through fresh crystals,
To his place on the left final cut,
The place called home.

December.

I would go back to December if I could and make the year stays and you remain.
I wish I could reverse all the days in January back to December and make you change your mind cause only with that change, I can get closer..as close as I can be.








I know its Taylor Swift but this bimbo can be cute sometimes.

Somewhere In Between.

Remembered the first day, remembered the middle and the end.
Sincere thoughts in me said its done but somewhere in between you're still there.
Pulling out with resistance I tried.
But no it wont leave. I suffered without your shine.
Look in me and tell, whether or not you are.
Whether or not you will. Whether or not you can.

Where did he go ?

Like the flowing wind was he,
Like a soaring kite was he,
Where did he go? Lets find him.

We were led by the path we took,
While he carved a path of his own,
falling, stumbling… but carefree, dancing.

We fretted about our tomorrows,
He simply reveled in today,
Living every moment in abandonment.

Where did he come from,
He who touched our hearts and vanished,
Where did he go… lets find him.

In scorching sun, he was like a patch of shade,
In an endless desert, like an oasis,
On a bruised heart, like soothing balm, was he.

Afraid, we stayed confined in the well,
Fearless, he frolicked in the river,
Never hesitating to swim against the tide.

Like a carefree cloud was he,
Our dearest friend was he,
Where did he go, lets find him.



http://www.naachgaana.com/2009/11/10/shaan-rocks-behti-hawa-sa-tha-woh/