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, November 23, 2012
That should be the story...
Despite the opportunity, it is not being regarded as absolute in terms of time and place. Soon a story shows that a lot of things being forgotten. Thus the destruction, the decay, the neglect, and the ignore. In the beginning, active and very much alive, but soon the rights are being taken away for good. Joy can be very short and can be very different. I have mine and so are you and everybody. The structure of joyous moment of everybody and in everybody are different. Allah Knows All. Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.
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