3 A.M.
It was dark outside; pitch black and cold for a land that had nothing much except buildings and trees and not-so-big roads. Her eyes avidly looking for more information to be included into her assignment; yet something prompted her to check her email- just to rest her eyes for a moment.
There was an article -a story was more like it- sent into her inbox. Not wanting to spend too much time into the story, she just read it through. And then it clicked in her mind; the night before she spilled her worries and stresses and whether she had the strength left to go on to a colleague and now she's left with a question:
Was it really too much for her to handle?
It was like a peace for the mind- to know that someone in the past had endured more, physically and mentally and it was someone that she had been looking up to very highly and admirally. After all, hadn't it always been a reminder to her that "Allah tidak membebani seseorang melainkan sesuai dengan kesanggupannya..." [Al-Baqarah (2):286]?
She took a deep breath,
at 3 A.M in the morning.
[Scenery] Ashita no Kioku~
Turn the page, new story is being written now;
What's written today, is tomorrow's memory...
Previously 'Travel With Me' (TWM); this used to be a mean of communication with my Mom while I was in Perth, now it's mainly life reflection, contemplation, and my life journey archive; with some reviews here and there. Like they said, there's more beneath the surface.
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