It will be the second ramadhan which I through without my dream. I know ramadhan is his favorite month. I so remember exactly how he says it to me. I so remember how I pass my fasting day with my dream. How he was with me when I start my fasting at dawn. Wake me up and so do I to him. I just starting to cry ... to remain his voices, words and how beautiful his eyes. The eyes which I miss so much. Happy ramadhan my dream.