Author : Shasha
Current city : Minneapolis, MN
This is about my life in the US, dedicated for those who wants to learn more
"Ku pohon restu dari mu oh ayah dan ibu Agar tercapai cita ku membela nasib mu"
Please be sensitive. I know our country isn’t perfect and we have plenty of flaws, but this is not the time to play the blame game to our government and Malaysian Airlines. This was not the pilots fault either, this was an attack. An attack.
My dua goes to these people who are denied of their human rights— may Allah ease their battle to fight the heartless Zionist!! I am nowadays very affected by everyday news of massacre killings of Palestine civilians. I feel bad for thinking how exciting it’s gonna be to celebrate Eid Fitr that is coming soon. Like, it’s so unfair for me to have that sort of privilege when my fellow brothers & sisters in Gaza are currently battling, trying their best to survive & protect their homeland. I hope you feel the same. #freeGaza
Can I reserve 11.11.xxxx as my wedding date? Nearest would be in 2017 where the date falls on a Saturday! ;p
I know it’s been a long time. you’ve lost that look in your eye. The one that told me everything was fine without a word. but now we’re standing face to face, with nothing left to say but goodbye to yesterday. I don’t know if i can make it. I don’t know if i’m that strong. I don’t know where we went wrong but somehow it’s over. In my mind I see you clearly. In my dreams I feel you near me. I want to know, does this feeling go away?
I constantly wonder how my life looks in other people’s eyes. Do they think I have it easy? Do they think I have nothing going on for myself? Or are they fascinated with who I am? The thing is that no one will ever know my whole story. No one will ever know the things I’ve had to overcome. Not even my closest friends, not even my own family. The thing is that people are so quick to judge now a days. You only see a person from what they want and allow you to see. I always try to look as put together as if can and I guess that’s my way of hiding from the truth. It’s just that way, everyone will assume that everything in my life is okay, that I never go through anything. If only everyone knew how broken I am, and how I’m holding on for dear life on this one last strand that’s recently become very delicate. The truth is that no one really knows me. No one will ever know me and sometimes that scares me, because no one will ever know why I am the way I am.