The flesh is my heart,
My tender heart is hurt with a blistering sore,
I do feel in the heart not in the brain
This cut feeling so pain and touching my nerve.
Neglect by other.
Why this pain so real?
In times of peril and sadness,
I try to not become to pensive,
Because it will become more suffer and tearing apart,
This is my feel of wounded,
Surroundings with me is entrust brother and sister,
But will never entreat,
To treat me so kind
Trial and tribulation make me more strengthen and looking forward,
But how do heal the pain in deep?
Fasbir Sabran Jameelan,
This I founded,
To healing the bleeding pain in very bottom of the hear,
Patience with beauty,
With who make me so grieve
No matter what
I must sabran jameelan
This is lesson that I must learn,
To be patience with grace and preserve,
I just merely his servant,
The only he can foresee deep inside.
We are servant,
Just do a khalifah task,
Just for sake of Islam
Pena syurga- Ramadan