Night starts recovering this city. I sit near to the window, Wind that blowing slowly, stroking every piece of my hair...cold but fresh, touching my cheeks softly. No one at home this nite. Everyone is busy with their business. My mind goes to something that happened in once morning long time ago. That guy, that glance, that figure... dont know why his figure disturb my head too much. I dont know him but my eyes locked in him when my eyes glance got him accrossed the street. Tall, Quite handsome, simply and look alike another man. for first sight, Nothing special but even i couldnt turn off my staring on him... He run faster behind a bus where i was there. He choosed chair in the corner of bus, his brown skin looks shinny cause of sweat and sun's shining. And those eyes, i was seeing them when he tried to find out the chair. Those eyes are so dark and deep. I saw a magic in that morning. That was my first meeting with him. Then day by day, i met him everyday, and tho...
Love Is Alhamdulillah.... The Miracle Of Praying