If tomorrow never comes.

Aaaahh, the power of an 'if' never fails to make one think twice about things and perhaps cause regret.

The idea of this post came about a few days back when a Twitter user tweeted he was listening to Ronan Keating's 'If Tomorrow Never Comes'. And unfortunately the next, as heart-wrenching as it is, a car accident robbed his tomorrow.

I may not know him personally, but that event really got to me.

I started to ask myself this one question: What if tomorrow really never came?

Have I done enough as a Muslim? No.

Have I done enough as a daughter? No.

Have I done enough as a friend? No.

Do we ever do enough in anything anyway?

What if tomorrow really never came?

Would I've said what I wanted to say to you? No.

Would you know how I felt about you? No.

Would I know how you felt about me? No.

All those questions just makes me wanna rewind. Rewind and make things right (as lame and as cliche as it sounds), just to top-up for whatever that's lacking and take risks instead of thinking of what would've been.

As much as I am be consumed by the fear of dying and the uncertainty that surrounds it, but one thing's for sure, I'll make up for everything that I lack here in the here after and as for you dear, insya Allah we'll be united there.