And so she asked
"How is it if your father is around?"
I can even hear a small insect passing by.
No, I am not as muslim as you think.
Yes, I hear their conversation though I'm in prayer.
And don't ask me how I continued praying.
My thoughts was filled with emptiness.
What's in a mind of a mother
Who had to separate her children from their father?
What's in the mind of a mother
Who broke free for the very first time
After have always sacrifice herself for her children.
It brought me to tears
Knowing that her long built castle had to collapse
For a stronger one to be built.
All those years of hard-work put to waste.
Who's to be blamed?