Time

Prologue :

   I was queueing up for another cup of coffee at my school's Starbucks on a late Wednesday afternoon. It was after my Calculus final paper and my out-of-frustration shooting practice. As I was zoning out to my playlist again, the barista tried to make small talk with me. He was insisting that he could guess what my name is, given that I was a regular customer there. It was only when I passed him my gold card that he recalled. 

   "Ohh Aziz. Haha when I hear that name I will always remember about Yusuf."

   "Yusuf? Why? I'll most likely recall my name as one of the 99 names of God..."

   "Haha yup you're right. It's one of the names of Allah. But I would usually relate it to Al Aziz, his wife, Zulaikha and Yusuf."

   He goes on to tell a portion of the story, which in turn I googled it right after my coffee order. Apparently his wife tried to rape Yusuf due to his immense beauty and accused him of rape instead. Yusuf, although innocent, was thrown into prison by Al Aziz although he could see that the tear on Yusuf's shirt was not at the front, but at the back. Eventually his name was cleared by God's will and as a reward for his patience. Patience. Sigh, that's something I has a long way to learn.

Another dilemma :

   Once again, I took a long break from blogging to focus on other things. Where am I now? The first week of finals. The 11th hour. Yes call me crazy because I choose the most ungodly hour to update my blog. As I alway said before, there were so many instances where I'd wished I could blog it out but I was too busy to do so. And it is only now that I think it's imperative that I let it all out and force myself to think rationally for once. It was a combination of everything - from the open talks I had with my mum, the undulating feelings I have about myself, the way I've reacted towards others, and up until the moment when I blew my Calculus paper like the atomic bomb today.

   It was in that moment when you did everything you could but you see the walls come crashing down, no matter how hard you tried. It's inevitable and ironically, you saw it coming. You willed yourself to never give up as it was your nature not to, but there was nothing you can do about it. You hated quitting, but this time it's as if you're forced to do so. All you can think about is those recurring nightmares telling you that what you've seen has become a reality. And it was in that moment when you realised that you're losing a grip on yourself altogether.

   So what went wrong? You must've think that I didn't thought about this didn't you? And there you have it, my first mistake right there. I keep on judging others, thinking that I know what's going on in their minds. I keep on caring about what other's may think of me. I was impatient and didn't want to see the bigger picture. I was adamant that the changes I've made with myself would propel me further, but I should know better than that the things which I've done have crossed the line too far. It was too large of a mistake that I should instead be thankful that I didn't had it worse. And now I'm desperate. Really desperate.

    That one night. I tried closing my eyes. I tried recalling every moment that had happened. It was that that very moment where I finally broke my silence and told her what am I going through subconsciously everyday. What was I feeling at that point in time? A mixture of frustration and overwhelmed by a wave of sadness. I recalled talking about my computing exam - how that no matter how hard I tried to give it up midway, it's as if Allah doesn't want me to give up just yet. Even when I failed the exam miserably, and I lost hope altogether, it was like a miracle just "coincidentally" wrapped itself into an email and takes away my problem in a snap. The email states that the midterm exams does not count if my final exam grades were higher. And this wasn't the first time I was "saved" in such a way.

   "It was that fear that was eating inside of me. I do not know where I'm going anymore. I'm lost and that terrifies me. After a year, I'm still stuck in this course and I have no clue why. I can't seem to see my life getting any better and I still do not know why. Each time I want to think that it's just words playing in my mind, that I was just overthinking and nothing as such happened, my mind will swerved into the past where I was taunted with words of hate and my bleak future. Yes, with Allah's will, I am here and I am still fighting. But I lost the will to fight when I didn't get my EESS course. I lost a lot of hope when everyday, every single day I'm surrounded by couples and I'm all alone. Yes, it may sound irrational coming from me, but given the fact that I am an evergreen who knows nuts about relationships, I craved for it. And then my mind swerved again. How can Arif be so calm even with all the things around him? He also doesn't have a significant other, but his mind isn't in a whirlwind/atomic bomb/maze just like mine. I feel stupid for second. Sometimes I wished I didn't have feelings, so that I can just brush all these thoughts away and get along with what am I suppose to do. But my life is never that simple. My mum told me that it was just Satan playing with my mind and those doubts were Satan's game. Yet, I just can't seem to get away from it. And I'm constantly afraid, afraid of letting go because I'm worried that what I would get in return would be something that I didn't like. Or worse, something that will just makes my life even harder. Yes, I don't have the proper patience. I have trust issues as well. I'm afraid, I'm scared. I'm scared of everything. I just want my life to be better but I'm so afraid that I'll crumble again and again and again in the future. I don't know how long I can stand this way. I don't know how long I can last. Every time when I'm not trying to evade the problems beneath all my series and laughs, I am constantly thinking of ways to solve them. But it just keeps coming and coming, and like I said, I am really afraid of my future."

   That was an instance of me right there, overthinking and full of insecurities.

   My mom once said out of anger towards me that I can never find happiness, but she prayed and knew that someday, somehow I will find my way back and become someone that is very successful in life. The question is when, and will it be too late by then?

Prologue : 

   In a few days time, I will be duelling against my micro paper and I'll race against the clock to finish my Linear Algebra revision. I'm still unwilling to give up. Yet, it'll take more than guts and determination to get me through this. And to be honest, all these problem doesn't just go away overnight. I will always be racing against the clock.