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.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Love lane..
There must some place where you called it love lane...There must be some place where you called it home. As with thoughts, feelings, and emotions, there must be a time when things get mixed up and as such no place is a love lane and no place is a home. Distraught and broken you might be, remember, Allah is Great, The Most Gracious, the Most Merciful. Berdoalah Memohonlah Petunjuk. Bersyukurlah. Allahuakbar.
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