My heart hurts. It feels like a subtle knife piercing through the artery; crippling the veins. But, it is not something I don’t expect. I know that it is never a strong one. Never the solid one. Never the purest of all. Never the holy realm. Still, it is good that you don’t expect it to be your priority because at the end of the day when things collapse, you don’t go shattered. You can’t complain much. It’s expected. Your heart is darkened, your instinct pulls the trigger.
It feels like one is an oasis in the middle of a scorching hot desert. Travellers are drawn to the oasis for the greeneries lushes. To hard to resist to quench the unbearable thirst. Travellers would want to have a sip in the oasis and gone (as much as they deny vehemently). That’s a known fact. In the end, oasis is ring-fenced; only letting travellers peeping through the fences, yearn to savor and devour what lie on the oasis.
All the oasis can say : Alhamdulillah!