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Tuesday, January 6, 2026

6 jan 26 selasa

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Monday, January 5, 2026

where gratitude breathes easily

A Prayer of Gratitude

God,
thank You for this scholarship—
a door opened where I once saw walls.

God,
thank You for this work—
for purpose stitched into my ordinary days.

God,
thank You for the friends
You sent quietly into my life,
arriving like light when I needed it most.

God,
thank You for this family,
for these parents,
who, with the limits of their strength,
still tried to raise me,
to shape me,
even when the lessons cut deep
and love arrived wearing pain.

God,
thank You—
for every teaching,
for every fall that taught me how to stand.

Please lift me soon
to a higher calm,
to a gentler horizon of the heart,
where gratitude breathes easily
and my soul finally rests
in Your peace.

what humanity is.

That film woke something inside my chest,
a cold awareness, sharp and deep.
Terrifying—
how power truly works.

A person with money,
with endless wealth,
with influence,
with authority,
can bend those beneath them,
pull invisible strings
for their own gain.
It’s frightening.

God,
please hear me.
Protect me
from people like that.

They move in packs,
tight circles of privilege,
their own exclusive groups.
They flaunt their riches,
long, careless vacations,
parenting styles that make people gasp—
as if children were objects,
left in cars,
handed over to hotel staff to be managed.

My mind can’t process it.
My heart refuses to accept it.
This world feels wrong—
and I stand here,
asking You, God,
to keep me human
in a place that sometimes forgets
what humanity is.

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Sunday, January 4, 2026

4 jan 26 minggu

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Saturday, January 3, 2026

A Prayer Between Wounds

A Prayer Between Wounds

forgive me for thinking negatively,
not out of envy,
but from exhaustion
watching them move in circles
that never leave space for me

they alienate me—
the phrase echoes
like a door closing softly,
yet loud enough
to leave a bruise

job opportunities appear,
but they are shared quietly,
passed only among themselves,
names repeating,
faces unchanged,
while I remain unseen

bismillah,
I place this disappointment
in God’s hands,
the One who knows
how to replace loss
with something better,
something fair,
something meant for me

and one of them—
acting strange,
pretending to know everything,
always interfering with what is mine,
crossing lines,
invading spaces
I tried so hard to protect

it truly hurts,
but I choose prayer
over revenge
may God return what is deserved,
not through my hands,
but through His justice
that never fails