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, October 2, 2012
It is not your war..is it?
I can say that. Don't feel the sword in my hand. Don't feel the pain the sword causes the cut. It bleeds but it does no hurt. It is just not your war despite the raging of the battles everywhere. They have to battle on. Just watch their aura and the spirit that spells the in fighting in them. But I am just a passer by. Anybody needs my help? I just appear to be of nobody and of no use to them. Or just because they are heavily bombarded that causes the blindness in them. But soon the war shall be over. Only then they would need the nursing and the talking. Till then they are in the midst of fighting their own battle. Allah is Great. A war and the all the battles shall stopped. Di saat itu kita akan merasai kenikmatan hidup dengan satu kesimpulan hidup ini untuk semua. Jika kita beperang kita tidak boleh megecualikan siapa siapa dari turut serta. Kepada Allah saya bermohon taufik dan hidayah. Kepada Allah saya memohon keampunan. Allahuakbar.
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