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.
Sunday, March 13, 2016
found my home...to my standards?
A day I found myself a home. All being set as standards that explain who I am. I have found my age. I have found friends. I have found the real strength in social and family relationship. In that too, I sense cruelty and kindness in people. Wallahualam. Sesungguhnya hanya Allah Yang Maha Mengetahui. Allahuakbar.