Wednesday, October 1, 2025

memory of norway






 

1 okt 25 rabu

 




sampah

atmeror

hotpot merah wtih arimas ilham radika nabila

atm

allahuakbar

The seeds I planted will surely grow,

 



Don’t make a deal with God,
At first, it never crossed my mind.
All the funds I spent to come here,
Now they echo, heavy in my thoughts.

I wish He would replace them all—
But no, don’t go that way.
That path is not good,
That bargain is not ours to make.

Instead, believe in the reason,
Trust in the unseen plan.
Every cost, every step,
Is part of something greater.


The weight I carry is not in vain,
Each trial is shaping me still.
The road is long, the climb is steep,
But strength is forged by will.

The seeds I planted will surely grow,
Though hidden deep in time.
Patience will water the barren ground,
And purpose will one day shine.

So I will walk with open hands,
Not trading faith for gold.
My journey is my offering,
My story yet untold.

So I hold on with faith,

 



No room for shadows,
I must not be negative.
Light is the path,
I choose to be positive.

He is good,
gentle and kind.
He is smart,
with a brilliant mind.

He is clever,
a soul refined.
And perhaps through him,
a truth I’ll find.

For there is something—
why God placed me here.
A reason unspoken,
yet always near.

It hides in silence,
I cannot see,
but I believe it shines,
a blessing for me.

So I hold on with faith,
with hope understood—
whatever the reason,
the reason is good.