| Wednesday, December 14, 2005 | |||||||
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| I was running late this morning. Leaving the usrah earlier to catch Doby’s review class for Fluid Dynamics. I wasn’t in my real pace for being a late comer. Breathing in fresh morning breeze gives a new sensation for daily dosage. Just have my own sweet time! I was about to cross the road when I saw an old man (really old ones!) . he was wearing pale brown ‘punjabi’ walking hardly with a cane . a step by step… I saw his black dusty shoes... I saw his torn socks.. I saw his old snow cap … i don’t know suddenly I feel hurt .. I feel pain …I feel sorry for him.. Thinking one day I will also growing old & weak.. I can’t walk without a stick; I can’t cross the road without help … I can’t retain the good thing that I have now. Not a single thing. Life is short, too short before we realised the true meaning of having life. I just pray.. insya’Allah Jazakumullah khayr for the dua’a . I will keep strong & fighting for islam :) Insya’Allah ( takde pape perasaan ) |
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| posted by umm mujahid @ 12/14/2005 07:43:00 PM | |||||||
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