It’s not a delightful feeling.
Neither bad feeling. I mean not too bad. Never makes me desperately. It just
makes me verily uncomfortable. I felt it once when I had been in Madura. Such a
sad, lonely, and empty feeling. But I don’t know exactly. It comes up and burst
my chest. Frequently it comes to me at nights. And last night that feeling
comes to me. Again. It is like you really want to cry, but you can’t. Like you
want to tell someone about your feeling, but no word you can say. Strange. I
don’t like it.
Well, stay positive and keep
calm.
Haqqiyya. Room 5, Zainab binti
Khuzaimah.
