lebih baik..
Lebih baik..
mencari akhirat
dengan amalan dunia
daripada
mencari dunia dengan amalan akhirat
menulislah, berperilakulah.. sejujur-jujurnya.. karena buat apa membuat orang lain suka atas sesuatu yang bukan
kita?
a home
I used to think everyone would always have a home to return to. And that everyone actually had a home. Not necessarily a building, but just a place that accepts us as we are that’s already a home. Back then, it was so easy to picture what a home looked like. Even drawing it was simple. Maybe not realistic, but it always had two windows in the front, one door, and a little chimney. And of course, an apple tree standing next to it with its fruits. Just like a template drawing, the same way kids draw mountains. But growing up took me somewhere completely different. I can’t really imagine it anymore, let alone draw it. I can’t even go back to a place I’d call home. Now it feels like such a luxury to have a home. Not because houses are getting more expensive, but because there’s no place that truly accepts every flaw.
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