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, December 1, 2016
worst teacher..
the husband can be a worst teacher to everything but not to the children. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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