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.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Are we being created weak and small..
And they can't afford to have that kind of thinking. It haunts them everyday. It is a nightmare. And from morning till evening they are perfecting themselves. Some yes and some no. Some little and some more and much. Some good and some bad. That creates havoc and in fact in all sphere of things and even to the tiny action of eating, drinking, saying, writing, and spelling. What more if they are being asked to tell and do something for others. But do they have a choice?Allah is Great. I am still trying to understand whether the principles adhered to and the things created a reflection of small, weak, and just being the way we are. Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.
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