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, August 25, 2014
shadow..At first it is only a shadow. But now shadows are everywhere. When small, I was so afraid of shadows. But now, when it is more than one and countless, all shadows seem to be friends. But only for a while and for bad cause. We must stop being a shadow. We are very much real to the bones and the blood. We have mind, spirit, and soul. And we have Allah the Al-Mighty. Allahuakbar.