A picture, memory, my memory... |
Umrah and Haji..walk the one shared memory |
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.
A picture, memory, my memory... |
Umrah and Haji..walk the one shared memory |
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