let me come home.

In the name of Allah, The One who writes my whole journey.

Have you ever heard something like; you're not weak just because you fell, but you're weak when you fell and never attempted to get back up. And you're not that unfortunate just because you don't have what other people have, but you're unfortunate because you have everything in the world but never knew what sharing is. You're not poor just because you're penniless and homeless, but you are poor because you were never grateful of what you had yet kept on thinking why you don't have the things you don't have. You're not stupid just because you don't do well in your studies, but you are stupid when you can do so well in everything but never value your life and the others around you. You're not lonely just because you don't have anyone in the whole wide world, but you are lonely because you have everyone you want in the world but all you think of is yourself. You're not the saddest person on the planet just because you're broken-hearted and everything else that makes up the package but you are the world's saddest person because you have all you can ever wish for in life but never even really look at the life you're living. You're not ugly just because everyone else is so much prettier, but you are ugly because you never really look at how pretty people are, inside-out. And you don't stink just because you really smell so bad with all the B.O. but you stink because no matter how many bottles of perfume you use everyday, your heart is still just a piece of rotten flesh from some part of your body. You're not weird because you do things other people just never do, but you're weird if you can do everything no one else can do but never looked at it as anything special. You're not deaf just because you can't hear, but you are deaf when you can hear but never really listen. And you're not blind just because you can't see, but you're blind when you can see everything so clearly but never really look. You're not mad just because some parts of your brain have blacked-out but you are indeed mad when you have brains that function so well but never use them. And you're not mute just because you don't speak most of the time or you really just don't talk at all, but you are mute when you can speak but all you talk about is...nothing. And you're not sick because some virus has attacked your body but you are sick because you never knew how corrupted you've gotten till it's too late, this disease is in fact deadly. 


I'm not all good either, we're all humans, remember? But sometimes we occupy ourselves and our minds with too many things which are unnecessary most of the time, that we forgot some of the most important things that make up who we are.

You know what makes me miss home even so much more? It's that people here are so 'different' from the people back home. Now I get the whole picture when they say it IS the nation of plastic people. They're not plastics to me though, they are just different. I realize that they are missing out on all those littlest things in life that make life just so much more than they see it. Do I have the rights to even say that? I don't, but I'll say what I see because they never realize that, never will until someone starts saying something. One of my friends I met here once told me, no one is a friend here; it's KL. As if I don't know what KL is like. Yes I knew what KL is like, I just never knew how the people really are. I'm not talking about bad people, don't get me wrong, though I won't explain further. We're not living our lives all by ourselves, we need to share one another's life because we need each other to improve ourselves and simply, to live.