I am 30 and I finally can read and make sense of what He was saying in His book..
This ramadhan I still ate under my table when I could, although minus the good company I had last year when I did it in Menara Citibank, I still enjoyed my unbroken tradition of eating something silly with a warm drink.
I am thankful that I am getting older, I think without age and wisdom I will never get this close to the Maker and dive into the poetry of His words. I think I have come to my senses and the wrinkles and unpretty complexion will not bother me as much as it did yesterday.
I enjoy my morning walks towards the office now even thoroughly than ever. My references to Him with what I see and hear around me is limited, wish one day I can reference him to my hearts content.
The only poetry book I ever needed was with me all along.
"And brought (within view), that Day, is Hell - that Day, man will remember, but what good to him will be the remembrance?" - 89:23
