ONE

In the name of Allah.


Cecilia Ahern has always been enchanting and inspiring; 'Dying is the day worth living for', she says, and indeed it is, I guess. 


Now tell me, what if you've spent almost the rest of your life trying and suddenly you come to a point where you're being told that it is not worth waiting for any longer, what if after all the things you've been through and suddenly you discovered everything, EVERYTHING is in vain and you have given your EVERYTHING to it. What if you've spent almost your entire life trying to fight for this one thing and suddenly at one point you discovered that now you have to try to keep trying because you got worn out just hanging on. What if this one thing was the only one thing that brought you up, in a sense that it was the one that brought colours to your vision, it has brought the merriest melody to your hearing, it has brought the sweetest scent to your senses and it has casted a spell on you that everytime a smile is drawn across your face, you can feel that magical feeling. It's that thing that brought you your life. And now all the colours you've ever known, all the sweetness, all the magic are breaking you into pieces, tearing your life apart, would you have ever known, would you ever have the slightest idea? What if dying only USED TO BE the day worth living for and now all that's probably worth it is trying to find what's even WORTH IT anymore. The loudness has turned into a concrete silence, yet so vulnerable; the silence that does not WANT to be heard but desperately NEEDS to. What if I say I've met someone who fits perfectly into this broken picture and she's still so vulnerable, her silence is as solid as a concrete wall, building through time around her with every  moment of her life, wanting to break the walls but its hurting her even more, she had come to a point where her fist kept on bleeding for constantly trying to break those walls and so she stopped, she's done trying, but it hurts so much more. So what should she do? She looked up above, she told someone up there that she could not take this any longer, as if anyone listened. How would anyone ever wonder what she's going through and what she's been through? How would anyone have a slight idea? Maybe someone is listening, up there, no one might ever know but this girl knows what no one has ever seen, she sees it, she sees it through the thickness of her faith in that tiny little fragile heart.