A day back.
I had the worst dream.
It was one of the days i've always asked for.
But have no need of it.
I saw whom people called the grim reaper.
Yes.
This is not some make believe story.
It's real.
There it was.
At the peak of my feet.
Tall and dark figure.
I was on my bed,
Sweating from fear.
I couldn't breathe much.
Just as i thought i had nothing much i could do.
I prayed.
I closed my eyes and prayed.
Slowly it faded.
The undescribable presence disappeared.
And that very second i figured.
God still wants me to nurture me more in this world.
And maybe it wasn't really my time yet to go.
But it left a mark to dwell on.
With this infection in my lungs.
There's only limited stuff that i can do.
And im thankful of that.

And yes.
Ramadan is such a beautiful month.

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