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.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Life without space...
Anchoring life the way i see it. All days are today. Literally it might be thirty years ago. But all seem to be back to back with today. I saw him literally 30 years ago. Happen to see him today. Despite the physical change, the thoughts can never be old. I have to continue the conversation we have started 30 years ago. Despite the years, life is without space. No movement, but just thoughts. Ya Allah sesungguhnya setiap hari berlalu adalah milik Mu. Allah Yang Maha Besar. Setiap pertemuan adalah milik Mu. Sehari berlalu maka semakin rapat dengan Kebesaran Mu. Saya memohon keampunan.
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owh,indahnya..
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