Smile

The whole world seems to be sharper, clearer, the road looks like its really straight and yet, i don't want to see the end. All the sweat that dripped down my chin was so ever meaningful. 

The gold rains through the season to grow the seed, keep it watered and just set fine and healthy. It is clear now, stronger the belief, that every rules followed accompanied with sets of blessing, you might not notice it at first, and even, felt like it was a new bills of burden. 

No, its not. His promise, is Greatness. His trophy, is not even money could buy. His pleasure, is the way forward. This joy is not something that Universal Studios could make up. 

Dear Allah,

This is Great. This is Beauty. This is True. 
For all the wrong doing of my age, for all the sin I've made, for all the mistake i stepped, you give me This. This is Gold. This is Treasure. This is Soul. I cherished every moment, from the first cry, the first kiss, the first touch, the first song. I gave my all to ever let This one became a mirror of my. This should be my savior, our savior. 


Now,


My days was incomplete without This cry, This baby-smelled, This big father-son hug. No. I don't want this to end. I won't let it, with all I've got. I won't let my story been written in His story, let it be history, all these misery. I pray that This won't set himself in complexity, not walking to the wrong tunnel, and This would pray for me too.

This joy is my joy and our joy. 
Babah & Mama loves you Megat Muhammad Raa'if.