Yanma Hidayah

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I Am Nobody!
She Who is Called A Monster
The Father’s Serenade
The Most Gracious
RIP Current
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I am an Indonesian. This is a page I dedicate to myself and the ones I love 💙

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Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog! I hope you find something positive here, and may your day be wonderful ✌️💃😊

I Am Nobody!

I am nobody When my career is gone I am nobody When my money is gone I am nobody When my name is gone I am nobody When my body is gone I am nobody! I am no body?! I am a nobody who puts some glitter on I am a no body who I call Myself

She Who is Called A Monster

Her world once ran on her behalf, She freely enjoyed her stuff, Brushing the town so confidently, Proudly showing her beauty. Walking towards a long road, Her body broke, Pain spreading deep into her bones, Yet she holds on to hope. Inside her tiny little body, She carries majesty, That's what is called a baby, A forerunner that will lead the world to where it is to be. Some call her a monster, But they don’t know, the loneliness growing within her. She was once just a girl, Until the world named her a mother. When she falls into the blue, Don’t ask why she doesn’t understand you. She may not even understand herself, Yet still, child, husband, home, she gave them life.

The Father’s Serenade

In the evening, He starts singing, Between two legs crossing, Confessing sins through wording, Merging silence with truths he's meeting, His voice rippling as waves keep unfolding. His serenade of the evening, Filling the air in the name of healing, Soothing birds in cages to sleeping Letting clams breathe free from the drying, A hymn calming the ocean’s surging. And even babies stop crying, While evil spirits are running. He keeps forgiving, Never judging, His heart keeps aiming, Toward God everlasting.

The Most Gracious

Let me tell you how kind my Lord is, I share Him all my desires with honest bliss. He grants them as swiftly as can be seen, But some take longer to intervene. Especially the desires I hold most dear, He wants me to be patient and persevere. No, He does not mock my mortal plan. He asks me to grow and be the best I can. He wants me to receive not just the prize, But to be ready, fulfilled, and wise. My Lord is kind beyond what I can see, It’s just that I’m too foolish to agree, Blind to what’s truly better for me. His love refines the soul in me.

RIP Current

Amidst the crashing waves that fiercely surround, The current assures the eyes that safety can be found. In truth, it drowns those who gaze at the mere veneer, And those who reach out will find themselves in fear. Oh, you who linger still upon the shore, Let me share of one who nearly sank before. She bore no hatred, yet it was clear, That breathing became a struggle held dear. For love, I muse, one must draw a line, For what seems calm may be a snare.

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