Dear Allah, I'm not asking due to my efforts nor my capabilities or how much I don't deserve it. but I'm asking due to Your capabilities of giving. Your Rahman that you gives, gives a lot even to your disbelieving slaves. Indeed I'm in need of any good from You.
Perhaps it's my fault, no not perhaps, it's totally my fault that all this had become like this. I let myself to be succumbed to the situation. I gives up. I believe that I can't. I believe all the negative things about myself. Because I forgot the hope that You prepared for your slaves. I was too weak. Even tears had become my best friend that I was going through everyday hell with it.
Thus today, came my fav month : July, I had decided to reborn. Whatever it's I'm going to change. Help me persevere dear Allah..
Let me do it solely for Your sake, and I do not mind if I die trying. just help me please dear Allah.
- With full hope : Your ever-needing-of-her-Lord slave. <3
