Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
The light...
That darkest hours made us a thinker in our own right and light. The confidence created should be an end to the trauma faced when the darkest hour set to unveil from corner to corner. It was a nerve splitting moment. It sets a tone of a million pieces of music that sings the songs of `I am alone in this world'. Allah is Great. One's darkest hour won't last forever. Others too might experience the same setting and the configuration of the darkest hour. Would it made to last? But it could be so dark where not even a small tiny light can peep in. Allah is Great. The dark soon settles for a day where everywhere is showered with light. Despite that from somewhere the darkest hour still singing its darkest song for someone..Allah is Great.
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