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The moment. How could I ever forget the moment that held oceans of laughter,rivers of change, and quiet storms of feeling? The moment that did
Budak kecil itu Aku dekati Aku amati Bahu dia aku pegang lembut Pipi dia aku sentuh perlahan Kepalanya dahaga usapan Seakan dunia sedang menunjukkan bahagiannya
A companion to my previous article: The Forgotten 4%. In this writing, I will talk about half of the forgotten ones. Unlike the previous article
鈥淲atch the world from the sidelines Had nothing to prove ‘Til you came into my life Gave me something to lose Now I know what
Every morning, the bus came at 7:42. And every morning, she arrived at 7:43. It became a routine so consistent that even the pigeons at
I joined usrah about four years ago. Why did I join? Because I have always loved learning, and the thought of staying connected with God