#prayforMH370

As someone who believe taking a flight is similar like taking a bus, I am shocked with the news. I woke up on the morning with a text from my father.

I was in denial. I refused to believe it could happen, I refused it happened to the Malaysia's airline, to fellow Malaysians. I almost strongly believed it was another political agenda. It was an act played by the media. I don't know why I thought of it that way but I swear I am full of remorse now it has been more than 100 hours have passed.

I tried imagining being in the families' shoes, waiting and waiting, and keep on wondering. I remember waiting anxiously for Luqman to text me when his flight was so delayed and he finally departed when I wasn't able to pick up my phone, the he was gone for good 12 hours before he could text me saying his phone was dead and he was stranded in Dubai. I am sure this is what the families and friends are anxiously craving for at the moment - the sense of relief.

We thought we have conquered it

then we lost it

there is more beyond the horizon that our eyes missed.

there is more beyond the blue sky that we praised.