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, September 19, 2014
the one fear that spells a geniune fear...
Not having the slightest thinking that one day I shall woke up to the fact that I shall fight back. I was not what I am now. But it seems I am the one they fear most. It is the fear that spells fear. It is like throwing a spear right straight into their hearts. Am I striking back? Ya Allah. Hanya kepada Mu Ya Allah saya menyerah. Allahuakbar.
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