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, May 18, 2017
picking free...
Those are parts that belong to you. It sounds easy. It looks easy. If ever they don't touch you, they don't mention you, the part and that is yours has never make known to them. Hamdan, and that is me, has never make easy to them. You are just not one of their chosen part. Have I? Never have been. Hanya Allah Yang Maha Mengetahui. Allahuakbar.
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