Lost

It was Friday and we gathered at the hall to recite surah Yaasin. I came towards a box full of surah Yaasin, took one and book a place for my friends - they are on the way and I don't know why I actually being early -- I used to be one of the kids who would be the last one to come out from the class.


I also brought a textbook to read, well, before the reciting starts. But the textbook is just a cover, a lie to hide my weakness. I read, I forgot the first line, I re-read, read the next paragraph, then I forgot the previous paragraph.

So weak yet so ambitious. What a shame.