may Allah end them in shame, in pain, in horror. may they taste the grief they’ve sown and the blood they’ve spilled. may they be haunted by the faces they’ve murdered, every prayer of the oppressed heavy on their souls—until their last breath. and may it not be swift.
i hope it’s hard for you to die. i hope you’ll receive karma so horrendous in this life that you will be begging for death but death will not come. i hope when you die you will be soaked in every single drop of blood splayed on the streets because of YOU and YOUR administration.
waktu tidak menyembuhkan luka,hanya membuat terbiasa hidup dengan luka. setelah lebih dari 20 tahun, ternyata lukanya masih sama.
setelah apa yg kuberikan, kenapa aku tetap diperlakukan berbeda?