Reading Haitus at the very beginning triggered the depression in me. I don't know why but suddenly I was lying on bed thinking.

What Talhah is facing is somewhat disturbing me, like knowing what he's feeling and not knowing it at all. It makes me thinking of how worse can someone's life be in the very right way. How bad is another day to be faced by someone like Talhah.

We can always wonder why? Why? And why? And how does everything even turn out to be like that.

But perhaps he was right, this is only half of the tale he wished to tell. And if you skipped part of the pages you might just perhaps get quarter of the whole story.

And I know there's still something left untold.