My pens
dried up for a while. Unable to write down that my mind and heart were writing
within. I just refilled the ink back. I always wanted to restart. But, Did I
ever start then? A question! Yes, long time ago, here and there. Nothing in systematic
nor organized. Some were in dreams and part of my day dreams. I had this very pen
in my school days, later used it then and then hither and tither. Now my
thought goes, what if I write on my dairy notes so that myself can read them
from anywhere whenever needed. Allah has blessed me with much of His Favors.
Thanks in return can never be completed either in action or in words. It's all
beyond that. He keeps giving me again and again. Unto Him raises my sins, yet
untome befalls His Mercy. An understanding
and recognizance of a blessing as a blessing itself is a way of thanks giving.
That’s what a slave can do the least. Life has gone past half the average man's
life. So this is a time to ponder over the past and think about. About the gone
days and future of that whatever may be left. All to be done before the eternal
journey begins.
My pen which the ink I just
refilled wants to scribble down further. Hope the ink never dries up again. The
writing goes on and on. Until some of the pictures of past life are drawn here
before viewers or readers and they benefit something of it. Here I go
Bismillah..
