She became very diverse over the past year. Became a stranger to her love ones, although good friends with her enemies. She took the wrong path instead of the right one. Instead of helping others, she hurts them. Instead of encouraging others, she puts them down. Even after years, years of practice and faith, she lost it. She lost everything in an month. A month without me.
A seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and a years, all could change someone over a period of time. The answer is what caused them to change. Sometimes its a good type, although, it could be a bad change instead. Its hard. Especially if they already experience it.
She went from a nice, sweet, innocent young girl to the opposite. And now it my goal to change her back. Back to the girl who I grew up with. And the funny thing is... is still a secret. That I'll help her open up to. I know one thing for sure, she didn't lose her guide in Allah, just in this world around her. That's the cause of all of it. Just a test, a test she seems to be failing.
And, I honestly believe it might work. Although, I haven't seen how bad it is yet.
Force To See The Light
No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say.
No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend.
No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to...
Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken.
They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now.
However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission.
The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart.
Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah.
Which wasn't possible for a guy like him.
Or so I thought.