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, February 28, 2014
the strength...
Is it that kind of strength that I am trying to have a possession? Could be. Now I am writing with ease and no more in a hurry. The images out there are trying to have an influence on me. Luckily, at my age, I feel that I am protected. The images can no longer produce sparks that can serve the evils and the devils. Allah is Great, the Knows All, the Al-Mighty. Allahuakbar.
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