T minus- 77 days
The clock strikes 2.07am.
I am sitting here by the balcony of my 18th floor apartment, overlooking the continuous stream of cars’ headlights while having a cup of warm water in one hand, and the other hand clutching my knees up. For the umpteenth time, I let my shoulders down and sigh, heavily.
I have never known I can be this sad that I go so eerily quiet on the inside. I lose focus instantly, and I stare at things blankly the whole day if you let me. My surrounding doesn’t seem appealing anymore and I find myself rushing back home after work every single day just to find myself sitting on the little maroon couch I sit every single day, doing nothing.
And today, today marks the 8th day, and the eeriness is still enveloping.
S.O.S
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Allahumma aslih qalbi- O Allah fix my heart.
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