- in the name of Allah -



joy or pain, not sure which it contains, these events up in the coming, maybe a little of both sustain. bitter, sweet, like chocolates and lemons, containing their past in wrappers, their future in seeds like remnants, of lives not yet lived while holding of yesteryear a semblance.

a Pandora's box, soon to be opened, can't put into simple words all the things it's all along been holding. even as every chaotic force escapes, even as sense and sanity lose their grip, so calamity alone might reign, there's always a time, always a place, where Hope will always remain.