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, April 5, 2012
the power from within..
A docile feel of oneself. Little do we realise it is truly a powerhouse to everything. In silence we make and create and build. The stare and the source is my powerhouse of energy. It penetrates through a heart that yearns for love and kindness. Allah The Al-Mighty, the Most Gracious and Most Merciful. Tidak ada mula dan tidak ada akhir. Tidak ada hari ke hari yang lain. Allahuakbar.
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