Ya Tuhan

 

The day is the fear that I have imagined all this time, I always pray, O Allah, smooth my fortune so that I can provide the best treatment for my father because when my mother was sick until she died, I as a child could not give the best because I lacked everything, but in reality until the moment I feared happened I was still like before, helpless and unable to do much, do you know, O Allah, that it is truly very painful, sad, disappointed, sick, hateful, angry, all become one, I cannot describe my feelings, O Allah why, why, what other prayers... will I forever be just a useless loser... the path I have chosen is truly steep, although I remain convinced that there is something beautiful at the end of this road.