Ghuraba...

Sometimes you're doing the right thing...

But then the whole world is against you...

And you started to think..

Am i doing the right thing?

Am i crazy?

Living in this world and being so different...

When following Islam would be like carrying charcoal in the hand...

And then i remember the word that the Prophet said:

Fatuba lil ghuraba'

Glad tidings to the stranger~

Run...

I felt that i want to run..

Run as far as i can...

This place is not my home...

This place is so far away from my dream..

Ya Rabb, let me run..

Ya Rabb, let me go...

Ya Rabb, let me to your Jannah...