This world is only a pitstop, for us to prepare and makes money (good deeds and so on) to pay for our second pitstop, the barzakh world before we all return to where our prophet Adam a.s. and his wife, Hawa live before they goes down to the earth.. to the eternal world. Is that sound a little scary? Yes it is. I am not perfect, I have so many loopholes that are barely visible to human but gaping wide in front of my Lord. I feel ashamed that I commit the same mistakes, every time.
This is disturbing. This feeling of longing, lonely and guilty is killing me. Reminded by this barakah month, and all the Instagram feeds (mostly clothes and make up) makes me feeling disturbed. I have so many questions in my mind that im unable to utter or ask other people.
Is it wrong with the feeling of wanna be pretty? I mean I dont even want to be the prettiest. I dont ask for the boys to look at me and see me as someone pretty. I want to be pretty in my own eyes and is that wrong? Is that also called as tabarruj? Because I dont have a husband and my family seems okay with what I do (apparently the only thing that shows i wear make up is my eyebrow).
Is it wrong to wear small hijab that doesnt cover the chest area? Would the boys see small breasts and feel horny? Serious question. (P/s : question number 2 answer is it depends to that boy fetish. Some people like it big, some like it small. So i guess small breast also should be covered to avoid fitnah and also to care of our muslimah pride and honor). Many of us know it is wrong but they take it lightly and when people ask why, they come up with the answer "God knows better." "Dont make judgment" "atleast I wear hijab".. and really, My Lord knows what is in their heart and intention. Let us all avoid being an ignorant and jahil in our religion matter especially me because right now I think, I am one of the biggest ignorant. Amin ya Rabb.
I have more questions to ask and ponder but unfortunately, not now. Maybe I can write it later.
This dunya is so disturbing that it makes me stop reaching to you. It makes me stop connecting you. It even makes me betray all my promises to you. But I want to beg. I long the feeling of being with You. I am longing for Your presence. O my Lord, please wait until I overcome all this. Please let me die in
Husnul Khatimah.
Dear Lord, today I miss You more than ever.