DIARY OF HER LIFE

In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Sharing is caring. That's what they say. I say: Sharing is difficult. That word never exists in my dictionary. At least my life dictionary. As long as I remember, I never shared anything. When I say that is mine, it is MINE. Nobody can touch it, nobody can have it, except me.

But recently, the word sharing always knock on my door. My little heart door. It is not easy to share what is yours, but there's always first time for everything. It had never been easy for me then and till this moment that didn't change, so I guess why don't I suffer a little bit to see the outcome result. I'm curious, don't you? Gunggu maja, don't you?

Bareba, is it my fault to keep my property for myself? Last time I checked, that question came from a selfish person. Iema, stop for a sec and listen to yourself!!

It just..why should I share what is mine with other? It doesn't make any sense. The harder I think about it, the more it doesn't make sense. I don't like it!! I don't like to share, I just...don't like it!! But then again, there's always a first time for everything.

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Hey, I'm just saying. I myself still learning how to live in this cruel world. This world never gets old. When you thought you know yourself, you've been yourself your whole life..you still don't know when you will suprise others. There's always something to be learned even if you've been living for hundred years...(",)

love,

fatimaazmi