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The following entry symbolizes Hilmi’s idiosyncrasies towards love and affection. Compassion seems to be a strange world to him. Let’s pray that God’s Mercy will heal his dry soul. And may God bless this cold guy.  







These eyes are watching me

Flying up there like singing birds 

Whispering me some beautiful words

Are you okay in Melbourne, Mi?

Yes I am, Ma


These eyes are watching me

Shining up there like glittering stars 

Casting away all my frightening scars     

Have you had your dinner, Mi?

Yes I have, Ma 


These eyes are watching me

Making me ashamedly helpless

Driving me sinfully restless

Did you recite Al-Fatihah for me, Mi?

Yes I did, Ma


These eyes are watching me

Playing back the sad symphony

Bringing back the unspoken agony

Do you want me to stop watching you, Mi?

Yes I do, Ma


But these eyes are still watching me

4 Comments leave one →
  1. lunacy permalink
    February 10, 2011 11:48 am

    gosh Mi, i remembered those days … how long was that? somehow we all bonded thru ur lost. Subhanallah…

    ~Al-Fatihah ~


    • February 11, 2011 11:23 pm

      It’s been 7 years. We have been bonded through so many things. This could be one of them.


  2. nafiseh permalink
    January 26, 2012 3:31 pm

    hi there
    i’m a student in utm, i liked ur post about ur grand mam and this lovely post about ur mom……….


    • January 30, 2012 1:04 pm

      Hi Nafiseh – Thanks.


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