mourn

life is a mystery box. a box with million secrets.
and one of those secrets is death.

Allah, if my time's coming, i hope that i'm ready to face You. i wonder, what it feels when facing with You. but one day, i'll get the answer on myself.

for beloved friend, son, and brother that has left us this morning, hope Allah gives the best place for you in His side boy. i don't know you, but it doesn't mean i don't care. smanda is mourning. but always love you. have a nice sleep boy.