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It was a cold night back then. In a computer lab, super remote, ground floor of the administration building. We were having an IT class I reckon. That was the birth of this blog.
It has gone thru countless of editing, drafts, template changes, tags, deleted entries, tribute posts, uploads for transfers, friend making medium, heart breaking (inevitable) and so much more. It has seen the admin in his tears, loudest laugh, purest heart, darkest secrets in the draft box, and a thousand more memories in the making.
It acts as a personal diary, with almost 700 followers back then. But now, it just becoming a pit-stop for a late night writing session. It has been bridges linking new people, new ideas, new stuff to share, stories to be heard, people to meet, hands to shake, hearts to break. This has been the longest achievement I've managed to keep it alive.
It has gone thru the most active years of its own. The PRIME blogging era, the one day up till 5 entries. The PING at almost 20 different FB pages. The tags, the chatbox, the drops, the visits, and everything in its power just to get people to come visit, and read. This blog has been thru it all.
I must say, I was a bit disappointed when I can't sustain the activeness, the story telling, the segments, but yeah, life moves on. No ticking back, just ticking forward.
It has witnessed lives, and deaths of people I've loved, I've known, I've talked to. It has witnessed love far greater than story books, dramas far worse than movies. It knows it all.
In despite of all loses, there are gain. People can relate after the read. People responds, commented and react to the stories. That's what makes the writing a bit worthy. As of today, a friend of mine lost his dear father, my cousin wedded to a lovely girl. Life is so much more than just a piece of blogspot. Life is out there, waiting for adventurers, roaming and experience it themselves.
In loving memory of the late Mohd Johari, my dear friend Akir, some other people highlighted to have gone left us for the Creator. Al-Fatihah.
In lieu of new stories to write, new love to share, new dramas to unfold, Bismillah.
It was a cold night back then. 9 years back then.
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Salam Akir. Here we go again. Today, marks the 8th year of your departure. Leaving us, leaving your family, your parents, your siblings, your hometown, your friends, leaving me. This shouldn't be the same old same old tear-jerker kinda entry as I wrote that a few years back. I didnt got the time to write you a tribute entry last year, I'm sorry. Usually, I'd just steal sometimes to honor you by posting your edited photos up in social medias. I do have the best edited photo of you for last year, it was just, I couldn't find the time to write to you.Dear Akir,Rest well. We know you're in good hands, in Allah's embrace. You left on a very calm Friday. Cold, windy, rainy Friday. A lot of us cried that day, especially your family. I did too. Years passed by, some of us might have forgotten of the day you left, some may just remembered that you passed, some may remembered the how, the when, the where. Some may never find the solace of your departure, some may just leave it to Allah. I would always look forward to June Akir. To how I wanna edit some more tribute pics of you, to writing to you these cheesy letters, entries, short poems, remembering you thru ur favorite songs.I couldn't find the right phrase or words to describe my longing to you. But as far as I am still breathing, my prayers go to you darling. If missing you is in a little light bulb, it will stay lit, on and on.Dear Akir,Today is already the 26th Ramadan, and for a lot of us, this is the final push towards that one night holier than a thousand months. There'll be a lot of Muslims overnight for extra ibadah, be it personally, or jamaie. And for me, tonight is for you Akir. Honoring you, remembering you, and my prayers for you. May you ever be joyous in the hereafter, granted Jannah as per promised will be presented to the humblest servant of Allah, and Akir,Till Then,Al Fatihah.
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