The last night we had to break fast,
I just could not control.
The blessing month,
The month that I wish forever,
was going to leave...
and it did.
When the Azan was heard
and after that,
the takbir was heard.
The tears just kept rolling
while everyone else was eating...
only He knows how I felt.
Now, Syawal,
The month of NOT a New Year for the Muslims,
but the day of celebration
for the successful fastings that we endured.
Not only fastings but for ALL the deeds that we had to endure.
I miss it.
______________________________BING BING; nadia______________________________
