the confusions

Life is like a journey on a road to a destination we don't ever know.

we really do not know what's in front of us.

we sometimes walk, we sometimes run, we sometimes ride.

we sometimes stand at the crossroads and had to choose which road to take. 

but we can see not a single signboard, 

we have no compass to lead the way, 

nor can we ask our family and friends.

because it's our destination, 

our life, 

our destiny, 

our very own decision. 

and then we took the wrong one, 

we made mistakes, 

we cried and repent, 

we turned back to the right path. 

but along the way, 

we found a lot of obstructions, 

and heard some sweet evil voices,

inciting us to not go through it, 

but to go opposing it, 

to go find an easier way,

to just give it up.

And then sometimes, 

when the rain falls,

our path is indistinct,

we can't see clearly, 

because everything seems blurry. 

it was as if you're driving a car in a heavy rain with a broken wiper.

this is life. 

my destination is the life after the death, 

my whole life is devoted to Him, 

my signboard and compass is His hidayah and guidance, 

my fate and destiny is Qada' and Qadar,

which everything has been written in it, 

the ones that can be changed, 

and the ones that cannot.

And to go through the obstructions, 

a strong root of Iman is what i need, 

what i have to gain each day. 

but here i am, so weak and helpless,

still living in confusions,

but with a strong faith,

always hoping whole-heartedly for His guidance,

hoping for Him to help clear up the path,
and to open the doors for me.

p/s: this aint a poem. :P