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A whisper of envy stirs my heart,
I dream of Japan, its streets, its art.
Yet deep inside, a voice reminds me clear:
Fortune has its path, its own frontier.
Rejeki flows where it’s meant to be,
No swap, no loss, no need to plea.
If fate allows, I’ll see that land,
Perhaps not now, but by divine hand.
Maybe the journey shifts, a different place,
But trust in time, in God’s embrace.
Patience blooms, and hope will sing,
InsyaAllah, blessings will bring.
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Between Fear, Blessing, and the Unknown
Mrs. Rose calls my name again—
another conference,
Europe,
and suddenly the old shadows wake.
The memories still cling to me
like cold wind on a winter street.
I never wished to return there.
I told her softly,
I told her honestly—
the fund is too high,
my pockets too small,
and I don’t think
I’m that rich in this world.
But if there is fortune,
if God opens a path,
who knows—
I will follow,
just go with what heaven allows.
Even though the letter of refusal
already sits in my hand,
its words fragile
but honest—
I will not be able to join.
I don’t like what happened before,
but every journey holds
a secret meaning,
every struggle
a hidden positivity
waiting to be found.
Now I stand in the middle of two roads,
heart trembling,
mind tangled.
I am confused, God—
help me.
I don’t know which way to walk.
I surrender, God.
Take this confusion from me.
Guide this clueless heart
into the light
You choose.
Maybe There’s a Meaning
The schedule should be every six months,
Simple, routine, nothing new.
But for me it shrinks to three—
“Your teeth are bad,” the doctor says,
“Come often, it’s better for you.”
Others pay fifty every half-year,
I pay one-fifty every season.
Hmm… strange, right?
But maybe inside all this inconvenience
There’s a hidden little reason.
Maybe the doctor likes me—
laughs at my own fantasy—
Maybe it’s just a silly dream,
A harmless wish floating free.
Wkwkwkkw…
Just a joke, just a thought,
But who knows?
Life loves its secret plots.
something happened
as I walked through the quiet corridors of campus
I came, received the papers, and went back home
then a message arrived,
chasing the echo of my footsteps
reminding me that this world is full of rules and secrets
yet my heart stayed calm
because perhaps
God hid a small wisdom there
between human routines and hurried moments
a gentle path teaching me awareness
and surrender to His plan
alhamdulillah
for the protection, for the guidance
for the blessing that did not come as answers
but as peace within my chest
thank You, God
for guarding every step I take
may tomorrow unfold as it should
and may I face everything
with honesty, courage, and trust
A Prayer Against Shadows
From whispered talk, it seems they carry hate for Mrs. L
and I feel the storm they cast, simply because I share her roof.
But I lift my heart to heaven, asking for a shield of light—
that God may guard my path from those who walk with poisoned intent.
May every cruel spirit be kept far, farther than the horizon’s reach.
May every hidden plot against me crumble into dust before it forms.
May those who harbor darkness taste the echo of their own design—
for karma walks with unwavering steps.
And as their shadows fade,
may I stand untouched, protected,
wrapped in grace stronger than any malice on this earth.
