A touch of madness mixed with little sensibility makes me realise that life is good.
I am not perfect nor am I the right person at the right time. I am more of the soul who took up and manipulated what was left behind as time flew.
Let us talk about love. No! Wait! Let us talk about us first.
It is the desire imbibed with materialism who that talks about relations on a scale measured by our buying power.
Virtue of my soul lies not in what I have achieved or gained but in realizing that I bring a new day with ample sunlight to my heart.
He said “At a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the world's greatest lie.” and then I heard myself say “Maktub”
Shuwaymiyah-Sultanate of Oman
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