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, August 7, 2014
The absence of personal touch..
Despite the very much personal nature of birth and death, life seems too `official' in its stride and in its interactions. We don't interact the way it should be, personal and human in all its humility. Dari tanah kita dijadikan, kepada tanah kita akn dikebumikan dan kepada Allah kita semua kan dikembalikan. Allahuakbar.
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