It’s hard to make people understand who you are. It’s hard
to make people really know about you. It’s really take time to understand
people. It’s really not so easy to understand what happen around you. Because
people keep talking about you either it’s bad or good. Words are like birds,
flying away nonstop. They only sit quiet there when they think it’s time to
stop searching the new branches. How grateful if you know how to be the one. I
have beautiful people surrounding me, a loving family, supportive friends, and
the one that I can say as a half miles soul. Is it love is something paradox? If
it so, how could I love my parents? Is it different? They are totally caring
about me ! How love can be portrayed as good, enemy or betrayal? I just feel
enormous grateful because I can see both. I can’t easily throw away what I feel
towards them.And I believe if Allah planned something for us, He will arrange
our next steps. I’m hoping the best from You. And I know You love us.
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