Tuesday, 24 of November 2015
There are no words can be describe my heart and feeling of this achievement,
which is like a rowing boat on the bank of the river to the dreamland..
How interesting our story that transcends every semester to stand at this point..
How big the struggle of my parents is, they sacrifice what they have even if I never gave them the best thing to the fullest..
I'm just nothing around the people who gave me the goodness..
Allah gave me all the great feelings, the beautiful destiny and the blessing lives of the efforts and prayers from the people who've said my name in the silence of their prayer, who cry for me in the hopes in each hidden things. They were the most influential deepest without my knowing. Whoever you.. Thank you so much for the pure heart and the sincere..
Allah give what I need, but I don't realize it.. Sometimes a strike is a way to call us back to Him..
Selasa, 24 November 2015
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