It has been just a few months away from spm. The biggest examination in my life so far. Which they say the indicator for our future. And since then everyone is struggling hard. Fighting every seconds they got, aiming for a better future. Like an army preparing for a war . They make months out of seconds and years out of minutes. Just looking at them are intimidating. While me . Cowardly arguing with my own fear of failure. Envying the warlords from my little window. This nobody cant even be like you. I wonder how many hours I have wasted. And how hard I have worked for it. Or none.
Dear me . Wishes will always be wishes. There was never a turn back in life. But it was never too late for anything. As long as you keep trying one day you will shoot your goal. It doesnt matter how slow you go, as long as you didnt stop. Its always a matter of choice.
Wish if I could be among those army as well. Playing my guns and riffles until I am ready to fight till death. Cause I dont dare to shred my tears just for my fears. The frustration galores but I wont get defeated inshaAllah.
Indeed, Allah will not change the condition of a people until they change what is in themselves.