Being someone who really believe in the magical of a hospital, a place where it can heal everything, my firm belief drowned me down.
I was mad, and frustrated to receive the news, as if i forgot that there is GOD, who control everything.
The ONE who decide who die, who live.
The ONE who arrange every small thing in life perfectly, without a single mistake.
This is the moment where I should learn to accept all the Qadr, the fate that has written down even the day before we were born.
Yes there is cure for everything, except for DEATH.
Al-Fatihah to toki -- who I truly care and love.
Sometimes hospital might be a wrong place.