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.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Is it not my shadow..?
I say all the good things. And they just laugh at me. I am trying to put things in order. But they think I am crazy. I travel up and down a few hundred miles to set things right. But what they know is only their first step which is just a few feet away. Why can't they see me? Or if they can't why do they see my shadow? I cry. But I have been seen as an old man waiting for that moment. Sesungguhnya hanya Allah Yang Maha Berkuasa Lagi Menguasai Segala-Galanya. DaripadaMU Ya Alllah saya memohon kekuasaan, kekayaan, perlindungan, pertolongan bagi memastikan kemanfaatan kepada ummah. Allahuakbar.
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