Had so many things in mind that I couldn’t even speak or write anything out of them. I’m just at the beginning of my final year, but why am I so stressed out and confused?
(Huh, i haven’t written anything for so long, and for today, i put up some rubbish on my blog. Dear me, what’s up with you? Oh Allah, comfort my heart with your Love and Blessings.)
Oh Allah, I’m your slave and the son (daughter) of your male slave (my father) and your female slave (my mother) of which my forehead is in Your Hand. Your judgement upon me is assured, and your decree concerning me is just. I ask You by every name that You have named Yourself with, revealed in Your Book (Al-Qur’an), taught each and everyone of Your creation or kept unto Yourself in the knowledge of unseen that is with You; to make the Qur’an the spring of my heart, and the light of my chest, the dispeller of my sorrows and the dissipater of my anxiety and worry.