I tell you clearly
More~ clearly to make you recognize your position
There's no a piece of my heart remember you
Please, don't ask !
I close the door and Please don't knock !
I put the chain on the door
And please go away, respectly
This is not you ! But YOU !
Let me open your eyes
In order to understand what I need now and later
There is no YOU beside me
It's not because I hate you
But You are the source of sadness in my live
Please, this is not you, He isn't here anymore
Don't look behind
I won't to call him back
Just walk forward and never turn back to YOU

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"


"Because I need to." she said.


"I don't understand," he said.


His mother just hugged him and said, "And you never will."


Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"


"All women cry for no reason," his dad answered carelessly.


The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaikh (scholar). "He surely knows the answer", he thought.


"Ya Shaikh! Why do women cry so easily?"


The Shaikh answered:


"When Allah made the woman she had to be special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.


He gave an inner strength to endure both childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.


He gave her a toughness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.


He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her badly.


He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.


He gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.


And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers.

You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman  is her piety and must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

ada kala mulut tidak bisa berbicara mewakili perasaan,dan perasaan pun gelisah dengan apa yang di rasakanya. terkadang hati ingin meluapkan apa yang di rasa,tapi apa iya harus di ucapkan, jika hanya membuat orang lain bimbang,gelisah , resah bahkan 10 kali menjauh dari kita.
jika tau akan terjadi sepert inii aku hanya ingin meminta kepada mu ya ALLAH jangan berikan rasa terindah mu yang kau berikan kepada setiap insan manusia di dunia ini kepada q. karena sesungguhnya aku tidak sanggup menghadapinya.
dan pasti aku akan meminta untuk di bisukan mulut q,di butakan pengelihatan q, dan di hilangkan rasa q.
tangisan pun tidak bisa memberikan penjelasan tentang semua ini.yang ada hanya sakit sakit dan sakit yang di rasa. dan
saat ini aku hanya ingin menyandarkan seluruh hidup ku hanya untukmu ya ALLAH.karna engkau yang menentukan jalan hidup q, engkau yang menyiapkan untuk q, dan engkau juga yang mengaturnya untuk ku.

TIDAK ADA MANUSIA YANG SEMPURNA,.

Hello, my name is Intan Maudila, but my friends call me Dila. and my new nickname is Ipel Ipel. because... secret! haha. kidding! I'm a student of English Literature and Language in UDINUS-Semarang.

I love being attention, and I love jokes. Let laugh with me and I give you super-giggles!

Okay, just stay on my blog because I'll give you another stories. about fact and imagination. I hope it will help you someday.

Lot of Love,

Dila