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 11, 2014
Where the power is...
The power is in Allah. I don't know what's got into me today. But after that I am not what I was. Am I what I was? Am I a changed person? Allahuakbar.