Update:
Just a found a verse on Iman and the love in our heart.
"Sesungguhnya orang yang beriman dan beramal soleh, kelak Allah Yang Maha Pemurah akan menanamkan dalam (hati) mereka rasa kasih sayang."
"Sesungguhnya orang yang beriman dan beramal soleh, kelak Allah Yang Maha Pemurah akan menanamkan dalam (hati) mereka rasa kasih sayang."
Hope is a nurtured thing.
You see a lady conceiving for 9 months, hoping to see her baby at the end. For 9 months, hope is nurtured. Tummy gets bigger. Movements get increasingly felt. All seem to be telling the mother to be more hopeful day by day.
Hope is a gift. From someone to another. When one promised another of a delightful prospect. Of some forms of happiness. But What happens when you are too scared of your own weaknesses, fearing that you may give false hope? Or could it be that you are avoiding your own chance to giving your own best as you avoid making any promise at all?
Funny is this thing called hope. It makes you happy even at it's sheer utterance despite us knowing that future is something beyond our control. Perhaps, c'iest la vie.. that's how life is. You give some hopes to others and you receive hope and be hopeful. You try your ultimate best at keeping your own promise.
Perhaps hope is always a two-way thing. A balance between giving promises and setting expectations. About putting efforts and having tawakal to Allah.
Perhaps hope is about collaboration. Maybe it needs all entities to share the same aspirations, rather than just one or some entities being hopeful and later cry alone at disappointment.
And indeed He has claimed. one thing to hold to and confide in is,
Allah paling menepati janji.
Dia tak menzalimi hamba-hambaNya .
‘O Allah help me in remembering You, in offering thanks to You, and in worshiping You properly.”