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 8, 2015
when things are not in order, not in place...
then all form of ties are broken. I am not yours. You are not mine. What is short could be long. What is far can be so near. What is cheap can be expensive. What is so easy can be difficult.There is no such thing as loyalty to a particular liking or hating. The beauty could be a beast. The beast could be far better off than everybody else. Why? When nothing is in place. When nothing is in order. For how long? Wallahualam. Sesungguhnya Allah Yang Maha Berkuasa lagi Menguasai Segala-Galanya. Allahuakbar.
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