A fleeting Feeling...

Salaam to all. Alhamdulillah, for once more, it is through His Blessing that we could meet, to share, and grow together.


It has been a tumultuous week. Part- hectic, part- oblivious. A not too-common mix for One, yet a mix nonetheless.

Attend...

Part- hectic; one feels that sometimes the planet, in an attempt to attest to man's stupidity (rape, genocide, Barney- COME ON!!!), would attempt a polar- transtoppauserewindism mechanism a.k.a. stop, pause, and rewind its due course (she keeps pressing the rewind button, you see, hence stupidity, like history repeats). In one instance, one felt that this was the case, and subjected one's will to numerous inconsistencies of the heart (repetition is tiring), over many matters like "what to eat?" or "do I want to slit someone's throat now, or after 'License to Grill'?" (the KKK missed some when We get to see HIM on AFC non- stop, the bust-tard). Ah, life's ordeal in retro-perspective, AH, the irony!

Part-oblivious; well, one sometimes is smitten with the winds of UN-change- how something is in point of fact Apparent, as opposed to repetitive...

Contest...

When one says "I LOVE YOU", is that apparent, or repetitive? What is the verdict, after 1.000,000 times and counting?

When a father- to- be's words strike you as how fathers of old must feel and bleed for theirs sons and daughters?

When your heart cries when the one Allah has deemed worthy, sheds her own tears, in retaliation to love unsung?

When you want nothing more than to please her and yourself, by striking out blindly in attempts to catch something (Frailty, thy name is MAN), not seeing the blade poised at your throat? (In other words, not knowing your limit when doing, and end up hurting all that you strive to preserve.)

When? When? When?

Three whens. Three question marks. Oblivious in the end, one might conclude.

All in all, depression is not the intent of this post, merely a reminder to the self that obscurity is LIFE, sweet or bitter, however you make of it.

Both are tastes, isn't it?

Matthekage