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.
Sunday, May 4, 2014
my way of life..
It has been a long way before I got a glimpse of myself as I moved along. Don't really understand how others can make good of what the world presents, and others trying to catch along but still cannot make it. In a loose way I might consider myself as not that bad. Have I? My life has been made distinct by what I get and by what I do not get. What has been laid, despite seems not perfect, in a tight way, I am as perfect as everybody else. Allah is Great. Creates All. Knows All. Allahuakbar.
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