It all happened, I wanted it or not. And, I lived through it, I desired to or not.

Sitting by the windowI was thinkingWhat changed so fastlyMe or the city...

Spending time with mama is the best time I ever spent other than remembering Mighty Allah.

Life is constant, in losing one or another.

She, the Queen of life. Perfectly sitting, lowering her eyelids and no emotions, allowing her junior making her long aging hair, creating a beautiful illusion for viewers, a perfect Sculpture of an Asian Queen. But nobody knows how much sadness is engulfing her, except her loyalties.

To worry of something is embedded in our heart. I will not tell you to not worry when I worry myself. But oh soul, do not strain out yourself on problems which are mortal than our mortality.

Life is a web that you weave.

Beyond the sky, there is a ceaseless space, much the same as life.

You have your own palette to color your own canvas.