[This too shall pass]
I know, to reach the peak of its glory, it needs great power.
Breaths that begin to weigh, making the lungs work extra fluffy chest expands.
I know how much the spirit of geloranya we climb. Though the long journey takes hours. Although the steep cliffs have been blocked. Water that soaked the foothold, like spice andrenalin boosters. Whether you can get past or slip.
I know, Because we have seen the people before us, have reached the top. Burning the spirit of climbing, capital daring. In order to enjoy the beautiful scenery, like a relieving thirst.
I know that the journey of dakwah is so. Many obstacles are ready to block. Assessing self-worth in the field of struggle.
Looked at the beauty, the vast expanse of Muslims who became role models.
I know, all the pain, the journey of meandering, the sacrifice, the tiredness even the tears will pay off. The triumph of Islam will arrive, bringing the unfathomable prosperity.
Now, what I'm thinking is ..
Do we belong to one mujahid in the field of this struggle?
Because it's all over, this too shall pass .