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, April 25, 2015
begins with a small path and a small voice...
And today I
stumble onto what is consider insignificant and that is being small. But small numbers when added
together it becomes so big. Since you start small, however big it becomes later on, it is
manageable. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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