Trauma of Promises

It hit me that if there was any trauma I have, it'd be trauma of promises.

Tonight is just like any other nights, except I finally managed to bring myself to go to the mosque.

Then it was the time for the preaching. This imam started with all the good that this Holy Month brings...but it wasn't until he mentioned the word 'trauma' that I started paying attention and without me knowing, my mind rushed back to the past.

It was exactly August 21, 2003 when I departed from him to pursue my dreams. I was overwhelmingly sad but his promises gave me strength and belief that what we had would defeat oceans and time.

His promises had fed me and even allowed me to construct such a wonderful dreams, which I frequently had mentioned in this blog.

Little that I know, oceans and time beat us. His promises sounded more like mocking words.

It was the beginning of a new definition and sensation that promises bring...

Promises start to alarming me instead of giving me hopes.

Promises are identified with lies instead of happiness.

Promises can only mean nothing but the spoken words.

But it isn't until tonight that I realize that he has made me trauma with promises.