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Life is short. Grandmom often reminds me to recite Syahadah before going to sleep. Reason being that we might not make it through the night. Even though she's left us, the practice still continues. She wanted me to be prepared for death, to join her. She wanted me to remember her, every night before going to sleep. She wanted me to always remember, my root. Its a new year, nek. Its been five year since. I miss you.

Girls, we shall stand hand in hand together and stand strong. We shall catch one another, should one of us fall. We shall lock our arms together and throw away all keys, sticking and never leave. We shall push it to the limit, give our all. We shall love share fight stand strong together. Cause united we are through thick and thin. I love yguys.