Precious

Because precious is a piece of memento we keep dearly.

Assalamualaikum and Happy New Year.

Often time, writing is no longer part of my strongest attribute so far. Repeatedly, those blossoming idea of writing shattered off as the gentle wind passed by, whenever the brain and mind started to profusely working harmonically together. Later on, it leave me speechless and spaced out most of the time I spent here in Australia.

I would like to start off the new chapter of  2015 by giving view of what as little as 2014 years had offered me.

I am walking the bare soil of Australia, carrying hope, love, responsibility, expectation, and commitment. However, little did I know, that I am merely a single bone of human being who ill-prepared and walking far breaching to where light would not fall. I have started the year of 2014 by laying back and not realizing what is ahead to come. The laxity of my behavior would then tied me to the problem I did not pried. 

The year 2014 had thought me so many things.  I am my ayah's will. The one to usher me to the prosper future life. He and Ibu are not just discarding the surplus dreams and hopes to their children. They embrace the glimmer of hope in the distant future and sent it out as the greatest prayer they could. But will it be turn into a curse or a possibility? A blessed possibility. That is the question. I am as a human are given will to make the decision.

There is no harm in knowing the truth. All of us; we were all blessed when we were born into this world. If they had told us that in the first place. It would have been easier. However, it is the same old story, father never say enough to their son. Children are force to fill in the blanks on their own. Its too bad isn't it. The choice is ours to make. They have no alternative but to accept it because that is what parents do. We have to do our best in filling that space with rahmat and barakah in life.

We learnt our hardest way through every hurdle. And that the lesson 2014 has offered me. Its precious.


Side note: I would like to dedicate my greatest gratitude to my parents who put a tirelessly effort in sending me here. They aspire and inspire me to achieve more. They also teach me how to put my responsibility and priority to both working and studying simultaneously. Secondly, my one and only love of my life who undoubtedly walk endlessly with me even though we are a continent miles apart, ceding me strength and will to become a better Muslim and a wise person. As well, my housemate and friends in Kelvin Grove who providing scene, the warmth and the essence of a family that we all needed here.  The people surround you are the strength granted and ordained to you from the Almighty Allah swt. Lets not forget the will and collective hope of everyone and make a better day of everyday in your life. As who knows when will it be our last.


Soul To Keep

We wonder what if somewhere deep reside in the unbarred heart is a place to call home.

Day in and night out, everything seems to walk out of pace trying to find meaning of its own. We forget how is everything used to be. Each soul struggling to find the missing piece of the their own puzzle.

We are a bunch with mistakes. Learning to be a man. We came alone with no one to hold upon. We were given shelter; a place, a warming heart where we could finally called home. Even as momentarily as it is. Though, it was more than a blessing that Allah swt had shone upon these dimmed heart. 

Season are changing, so are hearts to keep. Many have come and yet many had gone. It'd be easy to give back of what had been taken.  They put in effort; seeding to see the bloom of a flourished flowers. A garden of flowers which the petals are no longer afraid to shadow in the dark. Well, sometimes things are better unchanged. Force change deem to rise hatred. Those bonds created were almost meaningless. 

We are sixty thousand second-hand away from the hearts who care. We dreamed of  the utopia where new kindred soul are there for us lean against and watching over each others. Sadly, all of it now seems like a shimmering  daydream with no one to care about but only ourselves. One can care so much, yet most of the time, there was a ghoul inside; screaming in pain and slowly dying. Killed by hope. Sight that none would ever wish for. Its painful to see hows things have gone. Never in a world, we can carry so much of an endless curios soul.

Its best apparently for everyone interest to stay for what they believe for. For what best for them and not for others. We, soon became I and I, alone, rested my case. Its time for I to redeem all those missing day light. I am alone and now will create a space for this daunt soul. I'm sorry for I have fail. O'Allah grants me strength to lead this road. 

Assalamualaikum.


Hamba

Lalu hilang tika berduri,
Penawar hilang sudah hambar,
Cermin terlindung tiada berdiri,
Di pinta tiada tersedia pudar,

Jalan terbujur menyendiri,
Tergadah sudah baru sedar,
Allah akhirnya paksi yang sakti,
Alhamdulillah aku maju tidak gentar.

Hamba perantau,
Akhimullah Bahri