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.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
The living part...
What about the other part? We have been talking so much. Little do we realize that we are so powerless in this very powerful life and living. We are just part of that divisiveness. The grandeur of life and the sets in of a new dawn, supposedly should be the priority, has been cruelly trampled to the dirt in the form of dust. Life has become so rusty and it needs to be polished everyday. Allah Yang Maha Besar. Allah Yang Maha Mengetahui. Allahuakbar.
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