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, May 4, 2012
Makluk asing...
Makluk asing pada setiap diri..Frailties of the heart never speak the truth. Despite counting their life by the days, they never really open their heart for something or for some people. Makluk asing. Ramai yang mendiamkan diri untuk semua perkara. Heart gets frail by the minute and soon they shall perished from this earth.Allah Is Great. All days Is One. So are All the Time. Never move beyond a day? Allah Sahaja yang Kekal dan Maha Mengetahui. Allahuakbar.
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