The night grow silent. The only thing making noise right now is the sound of a typewriter being type. Fast. Click clack click clack it goes. Then it stop. No more sound. Everything is eerie once the writer stop writing. Woooo~ Woooo~ the wind tried making the noise breaking the sudden silent. It thought it could help calm people but instead, the fear grow much stronger.
In a corner of a room, one girl staying awake. It already midnight but she cannot get her eyes to sleep. She looked every corner of her room. Eyeing any movement she could caught. Although what she could see is only her own shadow moving by the movement of dim light from the candle. She cuddled herself with her blanket more trying to throw away her fear.
A soft whispering came out of her mouth giving her courage. The weather outside became much worse. The wind is pulling the trees hard trying to separating it from earth but the trees won't give in. Sera saw this but all she could do is watching silently through her window dare not to go outside. She's still cuddling herself in the blanket. She had gain her courage after done her zikr.
Sera tried to close her eyes again and get herself to sleep. She closed it hard enough. She even took a pillow to cover her head from noise outside. But then, she still failed. The sudden stop of the typewriter machine and the eeriness of the night kept her eyes wide awake. She couldn't stop wander. Its been awhile now the machine stop. Maybe her dad had gone to sleep. She let out a small sigh. Here, she was thinking to ask her father to sing her lullaby that her mom once sang to her but it won't matter now.
Steadily, Sera twisted the door knob. She couldn't wait in her bed anymore longer. The fear, the loneliness. Its too heavy for her to hold it. She need someone to help her. The only one she have right now is her dad but she couldn't afford to stay awake and hear all the creep of the night. Her hand now just need a little twist on the knob for her to enter her father's room. Just a little and he would give her the comfort she need.
Then, once again she took her hand off the knob. It won't do her good. She know father had been up all night finishing his job. He must be tired but she's going to disturb him just because she was trembling with fear for all the little noise she heard in the house. Her heart couldn't agree with it. Father has his own misery. After mom's death, he had been working too hard to cherish her as how mom usually did.
Sera took a step away from her father's room. She had made up her decision. She just need a little courage to get on with her decision. Why should she be afraid just to go to the toilet and take a wudhu'? You want to make a good deed by praying. Do a 'qiamullail'. There's nothing to be afraid of except for Allah. She knows it because that's what her mom and father had teach her until now. She kept on reading surah Al-Fathihah all the way to the toilet. Even when she's in the toilet, she will keep on reading it through her heart.
She believe in it. She believe that Allah will protect her from bad things whatever it is. Her hands both calming her own heart beating so fast as the walk through corridor to the toilet and back to her own room. Its time for her to do the prayer. She know she could have a good nice sleep after this. She always feel that way when she done it. There's no more eerie feeling. No more frightening little sound. It just so calm that she could easily fell back to sleep.
-Well the, Goodnight to all of u & assalam ^^-
In a corner of a room, one girl staying awake. It already midnight but she cannot get her eyes to sleep. She looked every corner of her room. Eyeing any movement she could caught. Although what she could see is only her own shadow moving by the movement of dim light from the candle. She cuddled herself with her blanket more trying to throw away her fear.
A soft whispering came out of her mouth giving her courage. The weather outside became much worse. The wind is pulling the trees hard trying to separating it from earth but the trees won't give in. Sera saw this but all she could do is watching silently through her window dare not to go outside. She's still cuddling herself in the blanket. She had gain her courage after done her zikr.
Sera tried to close her eyes again and get herself to sleep. She closed it hard enough. She even took a pillow to cover her head from noise outside. But then, she still failed. The sudden stop of the typewriter machine and the eeriness of the night kept her eyes wide awake. She couldn't stop wander. Its been awhile now the machine stop. Maybe her dad had gone to sleep. She let out a small sigh. Here, she was thinking to ask her father to sing her lullaby that her mom once sang to her but it won't matter now.
Steadily, Sera twisted the door knob. She couldn't wait in her bed anymore longer. The fear, the loneliness. Its too heavy for her to hold it. She need someone to help her. The only one she have right now is her dad but she couldn't afford to stay awake and hear all the creep of the night. Her hand now just need a little twist on the knob for her to enter her father's room. Just a little and he would give her the comfort she need.
Then, once again she took her hand off the knob. It won't do her good. She know father had been up all night finishing his job. He must be tired but she's going to disturb him just because she was trembling with fear for all the little noise she heard in the house. Her heart couldn't agree with it. Father has his own misery. After mom's death, he had been working too hard to cherish her as how mom usually did.
Sera took a step away from her father's room. She had made up her decision. She just need a little courage to get on with her decision. Why should she be afraid just to go to the toilet and take a wudhu'? You want to make a good deed by praying. Do a 'qiamullail'. There's nothing to be afraid of except for Allah. She knows it because that's what her mom and father had teach her until now. She kept on reading surah Al-Fathihah all the way to the toilet. Even when she's in the toilet, she will keep on reading it through her heart.
She believe in it. She believe that Allah will protect her from bad things whatever it is. Her hands both calming her own heart beating so fast as the walk through corridor to the toilet and back to her own room. Its time for her to do the prayer. She know she could have a good nice sleep after this. She always feel that way when she done it. There's no more eerie feeling. No more frightening little sound. It just so calm that she could easily fell back to sleep.
-Well the, Goodnight to all of u & assalam ^^-
