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It's better to share.


When we honestly ask ourselves
Which person in our lives
Mean the most to us,

We often find that it is those who,
Instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures,
Have chosen rather to share our pain
And touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.

The friend who can be silent with us
In a moment of despair or confusion,
Who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement,
Who can tolerate not knowing,
Not curing, not healing
And face with us the reality of our powerlessness,

That is a friend who cares.

For A Friend ~Henri Nouwen


Welcome to my blog.
There's alot of story here so bring along
your memory box as I take you for a ride.
Click on the 9 puzzle pictures at the left
to navigate around my blog.

An ordinary girl.
Sweet fifteen
Twoninezerosevenoneninenineseven
All time Muslim
Allah and Muhammad is ♥


And if you are the obedient little kid,
or every teacher's apple of the eye,
click on the red little button with 'X'.
cos' we shall say goodbye.