Rende, 28th October 2012; 14.38 CET

It’s raining outside and I can see thin fog there, outside my window.
But unfortunately, I also feel so chilly inside and rain above my head now while I’m sitting in my room writing on my computer.

Have you ever felt someone slapped you right on your face with stone? A big one?

I just had it 20 minutes ago.

My skin isn’t bruised, but my tears are trying to push themselves to come down to my cheek.
I’m wondering why.

Maybe, what I should do to prevent myself from another strange hurt feeling is I should get going.
Not just with words, but I will really pack myself and go away.

I’m looking out my window again, the fog is still there..  and here, in my brain.

Rende, 29 October 2012; 04.14 CET

The raining has stopped and also in my room.
I feel warmth and I can see clearly now, the fog is disappear somehow.

Well, I’m still bringing my luggage but I stop here, not going anywhere or unpack it.
I just let it packed until the time is coming.

But I feel so grateful.
You know, I feel so bad I almost forgot when the rain is coming it is one of the best times I can make a prayer to Allah and there’s nothing I can be  scared about.

And some people say, “when the rain stopped, you can see rainbow.”

So now here I am, just wiped my face after talking with Allah and waiting for the rainbow to come.