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.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
A sense of being assisted and help in things I do. All are in place and I have never thought it might happen. What can I say. Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.