Nothing but a particle of dust..

Saturday, May 26, 2006; 10 minutes to the day after...

My fingers moving so fast and beating these alphabetical pads on a thin board; directed by my clueless direction from my brain.

My eyes keenly see every single thing emerged by those fingers’ beat on the clear bright flat screen that conceitedly stands in this 3x4 unpretentious space.

My ears conscientiously listen to the whisper of the solitude night murmuring its loneliness voice despite the tumultuous horn of the traffic, the flattery jolly sound of the radio, or the starvation agony of those annoying dogs hoping for their master’s compassion.

And my mouth is freezing; my word couldn’t be spoken with my unthinkable thought inside.

I a m S h a m e f u l l y M e a n i n g l e s s .

I’m nothing but an indistinct mini particle dust between this huge enormous exalted will of Allah. Everything in this motherland—and all in this world happen by The Almighty’s will.Everything comes from Him, and it turns back to Him after all. We are just a human with limited capability.

Earthquake? Death? Disaster? Pain? Everything is just a piece of cake for Him to create.

A l l a h u A k b a r .

(Deepest condolence to all Yogyakarta earthquake victims..in truth, Allah will always be by your side)