For a Fleeting Moment

Last Tuesday I received news that my cousin had passed away on Monday afternoon. He was involve in road accident somewhere in Perak while riding his motorbike from Perlis to Kuala Lumpur since he need to work back on Tuesday. Even though we did not grew up together due to I was born and raise in a small island called Labuan Federal Territory while he was here in Peninsular Malaysia, but I still remember his kindness where he provide me with shelter when I was first starting to work back in Kuala Lumpur since previously I was working in Port Klang.

Never did I thought that he will be gone so soon. I discuss this matter with an uncle that I quite close to, I told him I received a bad news, and to my surprise he told me that, it was not a bad news since Allah had planned it that way long before. I startled for a moment and try to think through it.

Back to my room, I kept thinking what the uncle had said to me. I try to figure out something, most people said life is short, but how does these people knew that life is short, how did they measure it and to what they compare it to?

Well, after all, I think life is not short but instead it was fragile. In a fleeting moment it can break. Some are lucky enough to live long some are not. Just like a collection of glasses. Some of the glass might break after few days, some will take a longer time. It is how we take good care of it and how we make use of it.

For my late cousin, I do think he made use his life wisely, he was on the way to Kuala Lumpur to start work back after a long weekend. The reason he goes to work is to get income so that he can provide for his family, and I do pray that Allah will reward him for what he had done for his family.

In the end, in order to honor the fallen, the living must forge on.

The Dreamer

I always wanted to write a blog, but in the end I just give up, due to lots of reason. And the excuse that I always use is, I do not have any idea what to write or maybe I do not know how to write. Whenever I on my keyboard lots of negative thought came in my mind like does the thing I will write is good, or it just showing how lousy I am in grammar.

The more I gave myself excuses, the more I feel like I should not write at all, I do not have the talent to do so. It does sound stupid after all and I do think I am stupid when I write it down and reread this paragraph again. Okay, next.

So, here goes nothing. I place my bet on this blog, and I will try to write from time to time. I am doing this since I was fascinated and inspired by few books such as Diary of a Young Girl, The Freedom Writers Diary and also The Book Thief. All these three books had one thing in common, its about making or maybe the correct word is writing a diary. How come one make a diary? Does that mean they need to chop down tree, and then process the log into pulp and later on made into paper. Hey, don't forget about how ink was made.

Anyway, I am writing this blog because I want to make it something useful for me, not others, but if you find this blog useful, that will be a bonus for me.