If in any words I could ever convey
the feeling owning the darkest place in the bottom of every uncertainty, every unfulfilled dreams, hopes, expectation. Where we know for sure that the day will come, certainly will, that of the end, finish time, when all matters are matterless. The lost of our most beloved, the lost of our time, the lost of tomorrow.
That only fear comes along. To know that we are always alone, one soul. And will come the day when our long lasting waiting is over. And nothing ever will return. Only us return. To the place we’re destined to be. That one place. And what else matter than points of our good deeds. Than Allah’s forgiveness in that matterless time?