There he goes...

She wipes her tears from the corner of her eyes. She has her arms crossed, to keep herself feeling strong. Her eyes never dart away from the white coffin being carried slowly into the white van. Music is being played. Songs of farewell. The dull sky and the gloomy air are almost like imitating her sadness. Sadness of a lost.

If I'd have known that he had cancer, I'd wave hello and smile at him everyday. He was my neighbour; a sweet old man who looked like he hadn't any problem. I remember that he would sit on a chair in front of his house every morning, looking so peaceful and serene. He always smiled and joked with my mom. We never knew that he was counting days.

Just like that, people come and go. Yes, life is a brief candle. Sometimes, we don't need to wait for the candle to burn till its last inch, because sometimes, the flame might flicker and die sooner than we thought.
We plan so much things for our future, yet we don't even know how much time is left for us. You're not alone, I'm scared to write about this, too. But this is a reality. A reality that we try to ignore.
I'm scared, I'm terrified to die. Because only Allah knows how much I've sinned. So, for this special entry, I'd like to say sorry to all of you, for each of my mistake, please forgive me from head to toe. I might not be able to transform into a fully-better person, but I'll try, insyaAllah.