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.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
an obsession, a dream..
The pharaohs suffer in the hands of pyramids. Why are they so obsessive with pyramids? They have power. But they also are being haunted by a belief that carries them to the construction of pyramids. Why pyramids? We never spend real time with them. Those days and all those days when the pyramids are being constructed do we know what exactly are their fears? Wallahualam. Hanya Allah Yang Maha Mengetahui. Allahuakbar.
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