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- tiny little room of my heart -

My body is weak and tired,
but my spirit knows not of
what losing means...

I sit tonight
in this tiny little room
of my heart,
where there are empty spaces
filled with questions & doubts,
searching for answers & confidence
I've found not.

I thought the world is wonderful,
I thought the flowers are beautiful,
I thought the moon is shining bright,
but my eyes shall not deceive
what my heart perceives not.

I sit tonight
in this little room
of my heart,
wondering what life really means
with You or without,
here, in my heart.

And I find that ...
life without You
would be too hard (impossible that is)
how shall I ever breathe,
how shall I ever think,
how shall I ever feel,
when my heart is already
DEAD!

- the Holy Qur'an: (2:186) "When My servants ask thee concerning Me, I am indeed close (to them): I listen to the prayer of every suppliant when he calleth on Me: let them also, with a will, listen to My call, and believe in Me: that they may walk in the right way.)"

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