Time to sharpen my blunt memoir that has already been concealed from the past few months, ever joining the new team in Klang, the valley of the King. Some says the valley of the Gods, especially when cruising along the road to the office. There will a few cluster of labyrinths of house of worship that depicting each of their very own uniqueness when detailing whether the god(s) can be seen, or how much does their gods express their feeling through bronze and medals as well as no god at all.
Obviously, exaggerating the facts of the gods is not my main point. Until now, while waiting for my Qiayamulail, its often being mistakenly misconception in between the late night oil burning, working on my assignments and worshipping Allah. Its often been mistakenly misunderstood that most people could ever understand the meaning of Qiyamulail, although I am not that keen to be a scholar to touch this by this entry.
Side by side, I burned two candles, to brings out the mood the sharpening my wild expression and thought with the smooth breeze of Bukit Lagong’s cool wind through the opened windows. As I accidently browsed through some of m ancient yesteryears friends’ blogroll, they are all seems to be vanished in my lifeline’s avenue. Could it have been the shattered memories that covered with the new memories ever since I got married with love one? Could it have been the Para psychological effect that drenches me into the pool of schizophrenic drugs?
Wishing from the ocean of Allah’s knowledge, I seem to seek the role as a devoted Abdullah….
Its time to recite the Qalamullah....