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.
Monday, January 7, 2013
The end measurement. Where is the edge..?
At this age, the end measurement is not well tied to something worldly. It penetrates through a dimension that is hard to explain. A journey goes well beyond the destination designated. It does not have a milestone. It does not stop in the face when talking to someone. It speaks despite the speechless. It is not an ordinary energy. It is unstoppable. It goes well beyond th edges of words, actions, places, and people. Allah is Great. My writing goes well beyond what I write. And the source of energy seems inexhaustible. It does not have an ordinary wear and tear. It does not have a physical measurement. Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.
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