Behold.
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم flying... The blue sky was turning to red. A few birds were flying high in the sky, made their way to the East. A little girl was busy playing by herself under a Rambutan tree, covered her small hands with mud. She was busy making a mud pie that she planned to give it to Momo, her fat cat. During that time, she did not even think that the future is important, what she wants to be and her parents hope, all of these things seems like a rainbow, sometimes we can see it on the sky and sometimes not. Every time when her father told her a story about a person who did not do well in his life and then he becomes a burden to his parents, she can totally picture what she wants to be. This is my previous life, my childhood. Sometimes I have been thinking that it would be such a blessing if I can stop myself from growing up and run away from the upcoming responsibility in life but for sure it just my imagination. I know that some readers of my blog will get bo