Forgive me, dear self. I am still figuring out how to be strong on my own feet, on my stand.
That day I stood up strong, now I fell on the ground because of my own hands.
I will find myself. And hold it tightly.
And will never go back to the past.
Just to the future.
Nothing could happen without the Mercy of Allah.
Everything happens because of His mercy.
Everyone struggle. Struggle to be better. Struggle with ourselves.
Just like the north and south pole of the magnet.