In every dead end..
Sometimes, I hate myself. Back then. not exactly the meaning of 'hating' but, I wondered a lot of bunch of things that I couldn't afford. That I couldn't bear, at all. I'm pretty sure, most of you had ever felt the same. Hating never be the right thing to do. Especially when it's including you and others. I started to wonder, why? why can't I do that, while others can easily do that. There are huge amount of possibility but none of those ever happened in my life. I started to ask the universe, why? why me? By that questions blowing up in my mind, there will always these whispers told me; stop. Lay yourself down, you need a break. Have you ever felt that? I did. I followed that voices, and boom. It ended up me loving myself furthermore. Wow. It's kinda magic but, let's just call it as the hands of Allah. Instead of talking bad about our own self, why don't we just talk about how glorious Allah is. In every dead end I found, there w