horrible azan woke me up

I feel so tired, I was so busy with work. But I refuse to sleep, not yet. Because I'll wake up with a horrible azan at the surau near my block and I'll feel like killing everyone.

The azan here is horrendous. This morning, the bilal practically screamed his lung out, as if his speaker was broken. As if, the louder he gets, the quicker he'll go to heaven. I hope he'll go to heaven ASAP. If not him, let me die quick. I can't handle this shit anymore. No kidding.

(Also, I have nowhere to complain about this. In my mind I wish I could send some letters to them saying YOUR AZAN IS A CALLING TO HELL, NOT TO HEAVEN)

My job sucks too. But I've complained enough about it. It does not get better, though.

In Malaysia, people don't like to talk about religion, especially Islam. Most of them think one is superior than others, so they can do whatever they can because they think they're right and untouchable. I don't like to talk about it, too. I am a muslim and I don't know how to explain the situation, but yes, they think they're untouchable.

For me, Islam is the true religion. But its people, especially in Malaysia need some smack on their heads. They desperately need it.

Fucking shitheads.

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story of death and heaven

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