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Wednesday, January 21, 2009 // 8:32 AM

Insecurity ; Looks May Be Deceiving

My past is haunting me tonight, I can't go to sleep. I've done something so wrong that I'm afraid my parents won't ever trust me anymore. They trust me for more than 14 years, they let me enjoy a little freedom, they allow me do the things that I wanna do but never want to exceed in something wrong. I do not want them to know my past. I do not want the school to know about my past. I do not want my name to be written in the Records. All the reason this happened is because of some immature students brought up my identity in their friend-to-friend problems, it got me involved. I admit that its partly my fault too. If I wouldn't have done it, this major problem will not happen. I realised that something minor can turn out to be major. & I thought this matter was small ...

Ya Allah, tolong lah aku dan berilah perlindunganmu. Aku tidak mahu keluargaku dapat tahu tentang masa silam ku.
Ku tidak tahu bagaimana untuk memandang mereka setelah mereka dapat tahu, mungkinkah aku telah menconteng arang ke muka mereka? Aku rela mati jikalau mereka tidak dapat memaafkan atau percayai ku lagi. Aku kesal dengan perbuatan ku itu dan aku mengharap ibu dan ayah dapat maafkan aku.

Amin, Ya Raabal Alamin.