It's time

Please be silent
I'm trying to listen
To that lump of flesh beating
It tells me what I need to hear
Not what I want to
Silent. Listen

Here I am,
getting nearer to the end
of thoughts, of words,
yet, forever yours
and let this Ajlun bear witness

- this Ajlun (Salahuddin al Ayubi fort, Ajlun 27102012)



An excerpt of a poem written, while she's standing at the top of a kubu piercing through the calm surrounding of Ajlun, sending wild ripples of wind everywhere.

As if bounded by a spell casted by the fort itself, she continued scribbling on a piece of jagged brown paper, unmoved by the chilling cold of the winds, nor disturbed by the sounds of tourists voices talking about the great history of the place itself beside her.

She can barely write in the cold, but there's something else illuminating the tip of her pen, guiding the twists and turns of her little fingers - the slow hum of her own heart, sharing secrets with the Ajlun... through the blue ink embedded within the brown paper.

Ajlun, Jordan. Vague memories, filled with haze and disappearing with time.

.notakaki: Tengok balik post post lama, jumpa ada post yang orang post gambar masjid di Jordan.  (LINK). Masa tu, tak rasa apa2, tapi bila terjumpa balik post tu, macam "Oh snap!" Tapi sayangnya dah delete gambar tu sebab rasanya masa tu ada konflik jiwa kot, jadi banyak delete gambar dan hampir jugak nak delete blog.