Dear December.
At times my Daddy used to wake up in the middle of the night for a prayer, he'd beg in whispers, and it made me wonder. For our nation he'd rest his head on the floor, sometimes for minutes, other times for hours, while our government keep up with their cold shoulders, barely listening to the poors. So what for?
Not until I work in the system did I know, these people's lives are not more than an opera show, collecting money as if they have forgotten that what we have in this world- we only borrow, and Allah always watch His tiny human below.
But then again, is it for the money or the fame? Is it really about how much they gain? When people start to drag others into their game, only to later put them all to blame, weren't their hearts shaken from watching the innocents' future burnt to flame?
Dear, Daddy.
It is too much for my heart to take, could it be mistaken? Is this what's really happening now, our initial qualities have been broken? Where's the truth when you need them given? Why would they keep it hidden? Is this why God always give tests after tests to our nation?
Against their own will, they have to bear it all, doing nothing but good, now they have to watch their long-time career falls, only for those they respect so much, who ironically never give a fuck or such.
I'm crying my heart out, I will not hide away so people can see. These horrible creatures, greedy for cash and power, they disgust me. I can only use your way, Daddy, lifting both of my hands and pray, "Oh, Allah! Our God Almighty! Please help the innocent ones, and ease their pain away."
Dear, Truth.
Please come out soon. So I could close this year with a smile at noon.
