maybe one day ill figure it out.
maybe not.
maybe it is today.
i never thought of this before though. perhaps with the climatic setting, and the song, and the writing of marcell, and the person whom im having this conversation with. perhaps i am not meant to find that great love people speak of. that great love people write about. that great love people sing about. perhaps my greatest love will be for God. for Allah.
maybe thats why i am who i am, maybe thats why i am the way i am. somehow, this is a comforting thought. somehow i feel calm. somehow.
maybe there can be no one to take me as who i am, besides Him. maybe i should devote all my love for Him.
maybe i should try.
how do i though? i am not that religious. i am not equipped with enough iman. i dont wear a hijab. i know not nearly enough knowledge of the religion. i have more sins than i have deeds. maybe i can start with faith. the believe of what happens in our lives were meant to happen the way it happened, no matter. that faith i have. the believe in God and His amazingness. that faith never left my being. the believe in life and death and what comes after. that faith is a constant reminder.
maybe its about time.
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