pengen nge reblog pake cerita juga sih tapi belom selese nih, mungkin di postingan berikutnya yah. makasiiih banyak yah sekali lagi mitha cayyaank, have a great time there, use your lleft time precisely before go back here love & miss you more ;))))
Ya Allah, we, your servants, are weak. We fall into ruts, we move backwards, we keep tripping instead of running, but help us keep pushing, accept out tiny actions, our little smiles, our miniscule deeds, even if they weren’t performed with complete heart. Ya Allah, we are trying, and you know the sincerity of your slaves. Please help us keep pushing.
I see the stars sparkling so bright, Within the moon kissed sky. I hear the lark so sweetly sing, Amidst the morning dawn. I smell the flower full in bloom, And see their royal pomp. And yet some place so deep within, I'm shrouded and I'm closed. The brilliance there I can't see, In mists of misery. Enshrined inside, unable thus, To touch the warmth without. I gaze upon this passion spent, And yet . . . Inside I die. Source |
as simple as you say good morning in english /the (un)necessary written things related to the blog's owner/