In the middle of the night I speak to my Lord.
 I asked him "How can I be near you?"
 The Lord replied, "I am near you, but you can not feel"
 "Near you at birth and the day you die"
 "Near you in private and public."
 "Near you when you joy and sadness"
 "Near you When you read my signs "
 "Near you when you disobey my orders,"
 " O slave of Allah, near you .... until the day you die"
 "If you can not feel that my presence close you until the day when you die"
 "I will not be near you forever."

ABRI

Hello

I thought that life has  a meaning.
 Seems that the meaning is not made for me, but for the others.
 There is no love in my way.
 There is   pain.
 Ironically, I do not even hurt
 So I began to make the pain to myself.
 By writing these weak words.
 In the end, fooling myself and I (take things positively)ively)