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.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Next to life...
To Gadafi, it is death. Next to life to an old man is only death. That is the kind of spirit in an old man as opposed to a young man whose life and next to it is none other life itself. To a young man, it could be a house, it could be a big car, or just could be anything other than death. But Gadafi has only a taste of it only after 42 years of being the President of Libya. Allah Yang Maha Besar Yang memarahi kekejaman yang menampakkan kekuasaan manusia mengatasi Kekuasaan Allah Subahanawataala. Allahuakbar.
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