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.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
A micro man...
I shunned events that has that macro connotation despite the very fact that we should be there is micro in its spirit. Yesterday there was an event that I was invited to attend and be part of the crowd. But the crowd is politicio-social in its setting. It might defeat the purpose of Ramadan of wanting to see equality in all Allah's creations. I f I were to be there, friends are no more friends. Faked smiles and insincerities in the faces of those attended would be the order of that evening event, the breaking of fast with dignitaries of many and varied political positions wanting to see their lust for power an everlasting lust. It is actually not a truly face-to-face sessions. It is rather a face to face with social, and political heavy weight of one to go kind. A one-way communication and interaction. It is hurting. Kita terkadang melupai bahawa disebalik sesuatu kelembutan itulah adalah kekuasaan dan kekuatan yang boleh meruntuhkan tembok besi. Allah Yang Maha Pengasih dan Penyayang. Kasih Allah dan Sayang Allah adalah merupakan sumber kekuatan kepada yang mengerti dan memahami. Allah Hu Akbar.
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