Life is fickle.

Last night I had a restless night. I was on my bed, getting ready to sleep, when it just dawned on me that I might not wake up tomorrow. I had occasionally thought of death before but this time it really affected me. I almost didn't dared to go sleep. I thought of all the sins I committed and the prayers that I missed. I thought about how I didn't cover myself and the pitiful amount of good deeds that I had done.

Aside from the fear, I felt aggrieved because if I die now, I will not be able to reach my dream. A dream that hopefully benefit the Muslim community and the world. I prayed that Allah will give me the opportunity and time to redeem myself. All of us are born into this world for a purpose and I hope my dream is that purpose.

P.S Sorry for the gloomy post.