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, March 7, 2015
at the end of something...
At the end of something is just nothing. Is it? The so-called zest, happiness, and even sadness is just nothing the moment it is yours. The rule is automatic, in Islam what is yours is not yours. At the end of riches is just nothing. At the end of a day is sleeping. Is it not just nothing? At the end of talking is talking. No. It could be sadness. It could be anger. At the end of Iraq Saddam Hussein's presidency is ISIS. At the end of ISIS is beheading. What a sad ending. But sometimes it looks like our judgement is right. Short term yes. But after a while, even Netanyahu's Israel tend to think twice of what the world is going to be after Iran. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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