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.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
the next stop..
I must be clear with what I am going to do next. I must be clear with where I am going to go next. Not that many `nexts' after next. So it seems. I am afraid to say it. Some are yours to do and some are yours to go. Beware of the phenomenal what can be described as `out of touch', or `you just cannot touch', or `it is not for you to touch.' You just don't belong. Just go along with this question: do I have enough time? Allah is Great. Allah Knows All. Allahuakbar.
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