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.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Extraction...
So well meshed wthin myself makes me feel I am always the barometer. I am very much the victim and they are the villain. Am I? Well, that was very much before. And Ramadan helps me to float and fly again. I am now free from being controlled by the whims and fancies of others. Despite the freedom I feel, the thing in me, and the extraction of that thing, takes a somewhat a long time. Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.
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