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, September 22, 2015
why?
Why is everything? Why me? Why fearing to say when others don't have the capability of saying it? They seem to pose a stumbling block but do they really blocking you? Only in the mind. By why mind seems not to say and see the truth? When eye see one thing or something, a tree for that matter, the mind would see 1000 different things. I might see the world. Or I might see the universe. So are hearing. I might be hearing the sound of heaven. Wallahualam. Sesungguhnya Maha Suci Allah dari disyirikkan. Allahuakbar.
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