1 April 2013, KUALA LUMPUR – Malaysian journalist Faez Ibrahim passed away in his sleep on board a flight while returning to Malaysia. An autopsy revealed that he had a stage 3 brain tumour. Police found painkillers in his bag and confirmed that he had been aware of his ailment despite a denial from his parents. According to them, Faez had never revealed his condition to them. It is believed that Faez died due to internal haemorrhaging arising from a brain aneurysm triggered by fluctuating air pressure during the flight.
                              
                              LIFE'S JOURNEY
                              By Faez Ibrahim
                              Life's journey is an exploration.
                              Whither my journey I know not,
                              going around in circles yet advancing,
                              always forward yet without direction,
                              never stopping even for a second.
                              
                              Life's journey is driven by time,
                              constantly ticking not fatiguing,
                              I go on even without direction.
                              Whither my true direction,
                              I question my heart and soul,
                              yet answers I do not have.
                              
                              Life's journey is guided by maps.
                              I hang on to a ready compass,
                              it has a destination, but not I,
                              following it over time, I lose comfort,
                              I am despondent, my soul tortured.
                              
                              Life's journey should be meaningful,
                              With a destination and direction.
                              I search and question,
                              whose journey is this,
                              is it mine or my parents',
                              the answer eludes me.
                              
                              Now that my journey is running out of time,
                              am I content with the stories,
                              that I have written for all to savour?
                              I pray your journey is perfect,
                              complete with direction and full of meaning,
                              because this life's journey belongs to Him.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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