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.
Monday, June 15, 2015
stories are always like that...
Death can occur somewhere far and near. Well not only in stories but also within the vicinity. But more in stories than you are hearing and seeing about it yourself. Not somewhere near you but in somebody and somewhere else. That small shell of space bound to happen to everybody everywhere near and far. Sesungguhnya Maha Suci Allah dari Disyirikkan. Allah Yang Maha Pengasih. Allah Yang Maha Penyayang. Allahuakbar.
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