stop
The dunya is our transit for the next stop.
Just a transit.
2013.February 2013.
Time flies,and if it is not well-managed,all are useless.Being home,peeked some hot news in the newspapers but the news that caught my attention was about accidents - people lose relatives,friends in a relatively short time.And usually,their acts before that will affect the loved ones severely.
Last few years,just like today - It's raining ,my father got a phone call from his friend saying that his friend's son - my childhood friend was drowned and his body was not yet found.
The feeling at that moment,our awe-strucken's face just could describing our shocked state.The shutters,nervousness,sympathy came like hurricane and suddenly,we were back in our village,his home in an hour time.
Seeing him without his soul is somehow a moment I wouldn't forget for my whole lifetime.
His life would be considered as a dramatic life,he's the leader of the family,the one who carried the hopes,excellent in studies and encarved the good akhlak.Eldest of quite much siblings,14 at the age and a son who don't get much affections from his father,just like his other siblings.Their life was hard,but he's the one who supports his mother.
His last expression was so calm,smiling and feels like waking him up from his long sleep.
That is his end.
What about us?
The end is not the end,it is the beginning.What we do today decides what we are later,and the same concept applies.
Just a transit.
2013.February 2013.
Time flies,and if it is not well-managed,all are useless.Being home,peeked some hot news in the newspapers but the news that caught my attention was about accidents - people lose relatives,friends in a relatively short time.And usually,their acts before that will affect the loved ones severely.
Last few years,just like today - It's raining ,my father got a phone call from his friend saying that his friend's son - my childhood friend was drowned and his body was not yet found.
The feeling at that moment,our awe-strucken's face just could describing our shocked state.The shutters,nervousness,sympathy came like hurricane and suddenly,we were back in our village,his home in an hour time.
Seeing him without his soul is somehow a moment I wouldn't forget for my whole lifetime.
His life would be considered as a dramatic life,he's the leader of the family,the one who carried the hopes,excellent in studies and encarved the good akhlak.Eldest of quite much siblings,14 at the age and a son who don't get much affections from his father,just like his other siblings.Their life was hard,but he's the one who supports his mother.
His last expression was so calm,smiling and feels like waking him up from his long sleep.
That is his end.
What about us?
The end is not the end,it is the beginning.What we do today decides what we are later,and the same concept applies.
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