Four Little Words or Four-Letter Words?
Subhanallah
Wal Hamdulillah
Astaghfirullah
Allahu Akbar
These are not words. They are the phrases that were playing in my mind as I try to keep my cool.
I admit. I am a fool. A stupid nincompoop even! Why do I bother to make ends meet? Why do I bother to ask concerned questions? Why do I bother trying my best to settle things?
I sacrificed my time. I used the precious moments when my family needs me to be home by being somewhere else with someone whom I thought would benefit our future. Alas! How wrong I was. Alhamdulliah, Allah made me realise it.
There won't be another time. As they say, 'Once bitten, twice shy.'
Come to think of it, I missed 'Hikmah' for the sake of meeting that someone who eventually spoilt my day!
And how was my day spoilt?
By the way I was greeted when she saw me. She yelled at me in the MRT station for not knowing where she was. I had sent messages asking her whereabouts. She shouted that she does not read sms.
Okay ... denoted. Looks like I cannot call her and I cannot message her.
I asked several concerned questions about her and all I get were rude sarcastic remarks.
Please note that I do not pick on things. I merely pointed out to her how she had greeted me. She just could not accept the fact that I was right. I end up picking up the pieces of whatever mess she had made of our relationship.
But the worst thing to happen was she muttering these four little words and I stopped being too concerned about her. I shall remember these four little words for although only four, I felt like a barrage of four-letter words upon my already broken fragile heart.
IT HURTS!
I felt a sharp pain inside me. The dagger that had killed Julius Ceasar had been plunged into my cardiac organ. Tears started welling in my eyes. She saw it and sniggered with a sense of accomplishment. Satisfied that I was unable to retort her last words.
I guess you want to know what the four words were.....
Wal Hamdulillah
Astaghfirullah
Allahu Akbar
These are not words. They are the phrases that were playing in my mind as I try to keep my cool.
I admit. I am a fool. A stupid nincompoop even! Why do I bother to make ends meet? Why do I bother to ask concerned questions? Why do I bother trying my best to settle things?
I sacrificed my time. I used the precious moments when my family needs me to be home by being somewhere else with someone whom I thought would benefit our future. Alas! How wrong I was. Alhamdulliah, Allah made me realise it.
There won't be another time. As they say, 'Once bitten, twice shy.'
Come to think of it, I missed 'Hikmah' for the sake of meeting that someone who eventually spoilt my day!
And how was my day spoilt?
By the way I was greeted when she saw me. She yelled at me in the MRT station for not knowing where she was. I had sent messages asking her whereabouts. She shouted that she does not read sms.
Okay ... denoted. Looks like I cannot call her and I cannot message her.
I asked several concerned questions about her and all I get were rude sarcastic remarks.
Please note that I do not pick on things. I merely pointed out to her how she had greeted me. She just could not accept the fact that I was right. I end up picking up the pieces of whatever mess she had made of our relationship.
But the worst thing to happen was she muttering these four little words and I stopped being too concerned about her. I shall remember these four little words for although only four, I felt like a barrage of four-letter words upon my already broken fragile heart.
IT HURTS!
I felt a sharp pain inside me. The dagger that had killed Julius Ceasar had been plunged into my cardiac organ. Tears started welling in my eyes. She saw it and sniggered with a sense of accomplishment. Satisfied that I was unable to retort her last words.
I guess you want to know what the four words were.....
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