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.
Friday, March 17, 2017
running cold..
Age could say it all. Contrary to what has been desired, heard, and seen, things could easily been running cold that renders thoughts and thinking helpless except for some closed encounters that inescapably being seen as the work of wonders and miracles. Thus it has nothing to do with the worldly view of reward and punishment.Wallahualam. Hanya Allah Yang Maha Berkuasa Ke atas Segalanya. Allahuakbar.
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