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Tonight my Facebook finally decided to let me take a look. Instead of loading forever, it gave me some updates about my friends. Some people still the same, when few of them still amazes me, with their word n world.

And some photos caught my attention. Like my friend and his girlfriend. It maybe a mainstream photo, but I saw something that automatically form smile in my lips, I saw love is his eyes, then his girlfriend blushed. And deep in my heart I know he deserved it, really. He is a good man, only keep have a crush on a wrong person. And now that he found the one for him, I feel happy for him.

Happy for other's happiness is really a nice feeling. I'm done with envy and jealous things. If either hate and love drains our energy, I better choose to spend it in right way right?

And truth to be told, instead of follow envy and jealousy that will lead to hate, I chose to pray for them, to increase their happiness. They said, I'll feel my heart blossom with Allah's love. And I feel it, even not so strong yet, but anything need process and practice. So do me.

I wanna cherish every love from every people. Even I don't have something like them yet, I can see that out there, people not only suffer, but also have a lovely live with lovely person. Everyone deserve it, to love and loved.

Even me. Well, I can't keep hating myself for every mistake in my life right? Come on, I must have did something nice. How can I love people if I don't love myself properly? It's a long journey, to believe in myself and my dream. But I will take a baby step at a time, and the risk behind this. I don't want to remember myself as a coward. I wanna live my life happily, contentedly, and proudly.

Allahumma yassir wa laa tu'assir.

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