
Everytime a fight occurs,I'll close my eyes and remember.I'll remember the words that Allah told me and whisper it to myself.I'll remember the time when me and my siblings used to play pretend games and make a house out of blankets and pillows.I'll remember our last summer that we spent together as a family in the backyard of our house in UK.I'll remember the last holiday we had before we left for UK in Pangkor Island.I'll remember the last holiday we had before we came back to Malaysia in France.I'll remember waking up my parents by jumping on their bed with my siblings on that one winter morning.I'll go back to my past and remember.Then,I'll open my eyes softly and inhale deeply.
That's when my feet will land on reality.












