The world had fallen into utter silence. the stars and moon lit the dark sky. I couldn't fall asleep with the thoughts heavy on my mind and watching the dark sky didn't seem to help. another idea passed through my mind, a better idea.
It was 3 am and the sound of my feet on the wooden floor made it creek. I sneak into my room after finishing wudu and close the door gently hoping to not make a sound. I lay down the prayer Matt and stand to pray.
As I prostrate and start making dua, I feel tears run down my face when words failed to express what I want or what I feel. I hadn't even felt upset praying, I didn't think I need to cry but I was crying. My throat was dry and my eyes were blurry. The tears were streaming down my face and I was burying my face on the prayer Matt, not making a sound just silently watching the tears stream down my face. This was my escape, this was where I could finally rest. I didn't even have to explain myself to be understood, I knew Allah understood me better than I understood myself. These were the tears I didn't know needed to be shed. These were the tears trapped in the back of my mind keeping me up.
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A short story
Cerita PendekFleeting moments captured into short stories, isn't that what everyone is? A short story.
