Sahabat-sahabat yang dikasihi, yang sentiasa dihati, yang sentiasa mempercayai keajaiban, yang mencintai kebenaran, yang mencari erti kehidupan sebenar.
Yang sentiasa percaya kepada kekuatan doa.
Yang sentiasa memerangi segala seteru di luar dan di dalam diri.
I've just received another paper to be corrected. Strange, the part needed to be polished is literature review. The first paper? It's the methodology and consequently the results. The second paper? It's solely the result, which drive me to the wall. Strange, strange, strange. I never believe it that I possess different strengths in different papers.
I see the moon again now, the yellow-cheese moon. The beautiful moon which will become a half one in a few days. I can spend hours just looking at the moon, to marvel at its unparalleled beauty. Can we just fly over there? And she zikr to the Most Merciful. I once read that the moon is the reflection of Prophet Muhamad saw's beauty. How lucky the sahabah who live in his time. But I am being blessed too, for being chosen as one of his umat. Alhamdulillah.
Now is the Easter Holiday. My flatmate, Lina, has gone back to Germany, bringing the warmth and happiness with her as life a little bit flat with her departure. I was contemplating to go back too, if my SV hasn't preventing it. To leave everything here. Knowing that many students will go home make me so miserable. I. Just. Want. To. Go. Home. I used to call mum and cried, telling her that I want to go home. But I can't do it nowadays, can I. For once I want to be a kid again, just crying and my parents will hurry to pick me up from school.
I wish I had a door that serves as a magic portal, like in Howl's Moving Castle anime. One door to my hometown. One door leads to Durham, of course. One door to....Paris? To the Eiffel Tower, where I can reminisce the sweet past. And the last door that leads to there.
There. Where happiness is everywhere.