I wore a black shirt and dark grey trouser yesterday... with no certain reason. I remember I changed black shirt with collar with the one with no collar, same colour-black. Why I felt I want to wear black on sunny thursday ? I don't know. Sometime people relating black to a misery... or a bad sign or even to hide our fat.
Last nite I've got a news that a friend of mine got a motorbike accident. Bad accident. Very bad. He was riding a motorbike with his friend, and his friend was died. My friend himself, he is lying in ICU, unconcious, coma, his brain swelled. I shocked and... I cried somehow.
I didn't go to the hospital, was too late and moreover I can't see him suffer. To be more precise, I can't deal with it just yet. I decided to talk with God, instead. I prayed... and reciting Quran for the first time after I don't know for how long. I forgot how beautiful and powerful the verses are... and in some ways Hito (my friend's name) alarms me.
I don't even know whether I want him to wake up or not considering his pain. The doctor said, he'll be so damn painful if he's wake up. I ask Him to ease his pain... to give him a sweet nice dream during his coma.
I do want him around.I do. Regardless we don't spend much time together after uni, yet knowing he is around it makes us feel good.Just... delightful.
He is a good man. And I know God loves good person. What I don't know is His plan.
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