A Journey of Understanding Own Religion

When I was young, I have so many questions about religion.

I remember when I was 5, I asked my mom if God is a man and angels are women.

When I was 10, I remember my friend questioning things like does Allah have hands? How does Allah look like?

I still remember I was scared of tomorrow (can't remember I was scared of what) but I was thinking that "it's okay, tomorrow will pass too! And I'll be alright."

When I was 13, I still struggling with my faith. I still have lot of questions and doubts.
Why why why are things like this or like that?

At the age of 20's, I try to make sense of the concept of taqdir.

As I grow up, I understand some questions are not worth to be asked because even they are answered, it wouldn't make any difference.

But still, along the way, there are always questions on my own faith. I mean, I question it. But what I am sure, I'm questioning it to make myself more firm with my faith. To understand my religion better.

Because as I grow up, I realised that the idea, faith and desire always conflicting each other. When imaan says A, but brain says B and heart says C. How can I incorporate all to make a wise decision and fair judgment?

When I believe things should be like this, but people do it other way round. When some religious people are doing wrong things and justify it using religion. When people with free lifestyle believes that religion just make people apart. When people are confused which is right and wrong? Which is acceptable or not?

It's hard to not questioning my faith when everyone and everything is conflicting each other.

Just a thought. A deep one.
Because at the end, what I want is a blessed life. No matter how hard it is
At the end, what I want is keeping my faith firm.
And at the end, what I want is to totally submit myself to the one and only God.

May Allah guide us all to the straight path and never let us go astray. Amiin.

Nak Terjun tapi Taknak Mati

There was time somewhere early this year, my highschool friend tweeted :

"Rasa nak terjun tapi taknak mati"

And I suggested him to do this one extreme sport which I think is fun! 

And guess what... Now I am literally in that situation. Rasa nak terjun tapi taknak mati. 

It's like I wanna make a jump and forget that I have fears. Damn, my fear has consumed me so much. I got triggered easily and easily feel irritated. 

I want to enjoy my jump and get that adrenaline rush. 

I want to love myself again. Because after all, I am the one who lives my life. I am the one who is responsible for my feelings. I am the one who is responsible for my actions. 

I want to let go of all my fears... 
I want to let go of all the feelings that make me feel miserable...


Scared

I am scared as hell. 
It feels like I am not doing things right. 
I hate this kind of feelings.

I try to ensure myself that this is hormonal.
But...I don't think so.
Even if this is hormonal, it has been rooted somewhere. And chaotic hormones just add up to the feelings.

My brain is playing tricks with me right now. 
And it somehow controls my emotions. 
I really feel like venting out.
But I'm afraid if... I'm being dramatic. 

So I try to discover the reasons I feel this way. And I found out... Maybe because my needs are not met. 
I never thought that I need what I need more than I expected. 
And maybe... Just maybe
I'm getting tired of trying to make sense of everything.

No matter how much I try, I could never understand. And no matter how much I try, I can't deny that I am hurt. 

I said what I said
I am hurt.