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.
Monday, April 3, 2017
the unjust words, the unjust deeds..
Seeing and no more sensing the unjust words, the unjust deeds. Thus are we all faking? That is what is life. Could it be an unjust life? Not trees not animals. But what about human? Wallahualam. Hanya Allah Yang Maha Berkuasa ke atas Segalanya. Allahuakbar.