Environment

Every week

Every weekend

Every moment passes

Those walks to lectures

The climbs to classes

The hours

Left behind

The tutorials that are sometimes hard

sometimes bearable

The stress of course

Of studies

Of friends

Of quizzes and tests

The question people keep asking

"Isn't there anything easy in this world?"

Nope, the answer is no

The syllabus

The time

From eight to five

Oh God it drives us crazy

The pressure

The practicals, especially Chemistry

The Physics practicals suck sometimes

The results

reflect us

Telling us in the face

"wow dude you're dumb, the dumbest of them all"

The weekend boring

So plain boring

So freaking mundane

So we got away

Go back home

or hang out

But still

Everything still sucks

Maybe 'cause

we don't know why are we doing this

If for good results, and then what

If not, then what

Still

the questions are there

Some people don't have the answers

Some do

The environment doesn't help

The place

The state

Not a good condition for studying

Old man

Crows

Baby gasping

Everything

Each day with the haze overwhelming

and then it rains

The sun shines bright again

And the cycle repeats

'Cause people themselves are destroying the city

Wouldn't it be great to have more universities

in places with less haze and less air pollution

with more green and less buildings

Yes please because I'm suffocating

And then there's the peace

When you go to the surau

And you just stay there for a while

Taking in everything

And you pray

In your last sujud you let everything out

And in the end

You finally get it

"You can do this because Allah is with you."