a primrose lane

i own u. i'm yours.

as i expected, i became an orphan before its time. fortunately, a friend is willingly to share his home and his family with me. only Allah could fares them well. i'm broke. my only property is this laptop. i could only pray that these incidents end well. i miss them, but they still mad at me. time heals us soon. i started to know how to recite a few surah well. my faith guidance is strengthening as day passes by. i'm planning my steps all over again, deciding where i should put my chess piece in this game of life. 

one day, i'll be walking down primrose lane, with a sweet wife and seven brilliant children. 

life isn't being too cruel, cause I've been granted a miracle, a serene to keep me in peace, who turns to a cloud to suck my sadness and bring down the rain to give me rainbow. such a sweet tragedy i couldn't resist.