At the moment when I thought I was at the peek of my happiness, I fall.
Fall to the deepest and darkest hole of my life. The day I was screaming and laughing out loud gone. The next day started with broken heart. Clueless I was.
As a human being, being at the bottom is the least likeable condition. And for me, I was reaching out my hand and screaming from the bottom of my heart, for help, for one to grab and pull me up.
At the end of the day, I gave up all. Cried not like a baby buy more like a helpless soldier, stuck in the middle of a war. Hurt. Bleeding. Panic. And all.
The next morning waking up like a dry person. Doing routines and stitching. Each and every stroke was like stitching my own wounded heart. Pain. My heart sunk.
Keep on in climbing the mountain of life with each step took me down again. I was devastated. Staying at the same spot again waiting for a hand to grab me out. Praying to HIM was essential. With every word came out like an arrow shotted to the sky. Hoping.
When I saw a person, look like would pull me out, the person who is so close to my heart, I was delighted. Threw both hands up with hope. Waiting to be saved. To my mistake, I was wrong. Again, I bleed.
Wrapping my both arms to myself, crying till my next day comes. I was wrong. Now I know, no one else should I rely on but HIM. The Most Merciful and the Most Gracious.
May He grants me the happiness again... Aameen.
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