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.
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
why those feel...?
Losing? Hate that feeling. But I feel I am being surrounded by an unkind, unseen, unsung, and `unheroic' memories. I am asking. I know fully well what the answers would be. I have been cheated. But why the feel of just being taken over spiritually? So easy? Then why I am still asking? I am doing the calculation. But it adds to the same figures. Am I losing something? Or am I gaining a lot of things? Still can't figure out what. Allah is Great. Great things would come. And evil would disappear. Faith in Allah. Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.
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