Back to this post's title. I really need to post this one btw.
1. The ugly.
I had the worst nightmare so far that I can remember. I was trapped in a moving train with a number of people at night. We were finding ways to stop the train. A killer was inside the train who looks like the dementors from Harry Potter. He was actually looking/ trying to get me and would kill anyone he encountered.
I was in my room in Melaka. It's dark, the door was opened. I was still in fear, it feels super real. Even now, I can still feel the fear from last night. I sat on my bed, trying to remember and recite any surah/zikr but I couldn't. I tried to lie down and go back to sleep but it stuck in my head. Maybe it is the fear that he might turn up in my dream again. "I need my mom. Is she sleeping with my sisters? I hope not". Went to living room, hoping Mak fell asleep there. She was. I lied next to her and fast asleep.
2. The beauty of it?
The feeling that I still need my mom, the feeling that you need someone to hold on in your life. I thought I've grown up, independent and can live on my own. I was wrong though. I love you, Mak =')

















