I lost my words...
No matter how much I try to think about it...
No matter how much I try to arrange those part to become a particular object...
No matter how much I try to explain that was happening to me by using them...
Still, I am losing my words...
Did you know, what is a doomsday mean for a laureate?
It's when they lose their words, then they life has gone and they are being forgotten...
Then I ask to someone who knew his faith much than the other...
I ask him, what is a merit means?
He said "It's nothing."
I repeat "Pardon me sir?"
And then he said "Are you looking for merit or looking for your God permission for you to get in to his heaven? Have you ever read in your Holy Qur'an? Does it merit or your God permission that will let you in to His heaven?"
And then I lying on the ground, look into the sky and then I realize how small I am in this universe...
