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Silence In Sound: To Appreciate All Joints of Walk
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Hush hush. Listen. To Appreciate All Joints of Walk. I see it everyday and everywhere I go. A smile flashed across my face. Ouch! That hurt. And all these people don't even know what it means to move so fluidly. What a waste. Thank God for this pain. Spewed out by Afiz Fazriz. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Perspectives are not points to me. View my complete profile. We are as I am. The Path to the Forbidden Gate. To Appreciate All Joints of Walk. Heavy As Lead, Slow As Lightning! The Power of Music.
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Silence In Sound: A promise I plan to keep
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Hush hush. Listen. A promise I plan to keep. اَلسَّلَام عَلَيْكُم وَرَحْمَة اللهِ وَبَرَكَا تُهُ. I have a confession to make: I have been writing many things but I have not shared them with anyone. Some lie on forgotten pages. Some locked in the web, unpublished. Even more dead before they got life. All written. More honest than the last. Too honest to be liked. Too frank to be read. So here's a deal:. I plan to let go. One at a time. Soon. Spewed out by Afiz Fazriz. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Silence In Sound: Agenda: 5th Ramadan
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Hush hush. Listen. 8-1000 : Maghrib, Isyak, Tarawih. 10- 300 : Futsel . 1200 : Sunrise. Hopefully :). Spewed out by Afiz Fazriz. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Perspectives are not points to me. View my complete profile. We are as I am. The Path to the Forbidden Gate. To Appreciate All Joints of Walk. Heavy As Lead, Slow As Lightning! The Power of Music. Treasures from the past. Trigger My Trigo Please. When All Else Fails. Son of the Sky. Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Blue Sky In My Eyes.
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Silence In Sound: Home and the Homeless
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Hush hush. Listen. Home and the Homeless. I remembered it as clear as the morning sun: "I promise we'll go there one day, son". Looking at her there, lying in bed - sick, weak and crippled - I can't help but ponder "Will she ever make it? How long has it been since that night? In that moment, fate decided to put a small girl in front of me. I knew her all too well. Alice. A girl paid to act lost all for the sake of making kids happy. "That's Alice! Sir, can you help me sir? I am lost and I need to find m...
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Silence In Sound: When a name is just another name
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Hush hush. Listen. When a name is just another name. اَلسَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكَا تُهُ. First came you, then came your name. Letters pieced together to hold a meaning. Syllables representing your entire being,. Chosen with great love, care and hope;. Hope of one day seeing:. The person, that name, one day becoming. A light, a gift, and joy unending. But when tyrants walk this Earth unopposed,. Killing, massacring, slaughtering. This Land with blood, black and dried,. Turns ever so dim.
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Silence In Sound: Sleeping giants
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Hush hush. Listen. It was dawn. A dawn for a new sun and a dawn for a new beginning. A single stone stood precariously on its tip. A soft gust of wind smooth as a baby's touch kissed it, slowly it tilted to one side bowing to the wind, and then it fell. A far far far way it fell, only to be stopped by a jagged rock that cut through the earth as if it was an old and broken dagger left to rust by its owner but instead of rust, algae covered its blade. Bounce. Bounce. Echo all across. Silence. We are as I am.
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Silence In Sound: Preparations of War
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Hush hush. Listen. A war is never a calm prospect. The word itself is affiliated with negative thoughts and daunting ideas. Never has it been used for purposes good and bright. Always it will be used for things dark and unwanted. The scale of war however, is very different. Some wars are fought by hundreds of thousands. Others? That, my friend, is why the old caliphates put a strict condition for warriors in their army. That is why anyone who does not perform qiamullail cannot. Not a lot I suppose. And i...
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Silence In Sound: The Path to the Forbidden Gate
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Hush hush. Listen. The Path to the Forbidden Gate. اَلسَّلَام عَلَيْكُم وَرَحْمَة اللهِ وَبَرَكَا تُهُ. The night was cold but not unpleasant. A glance to his bare wrist revealed that he had no way of knowing the time. But he knew it was getting late - tomorrow was going to be a big day. And what better time for a detour? So when he was nearly at his door, the boy went straight instead and followed the road until a bend took him left. Are all your family members Muslim? No, unfortunately it's just me".
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Silence In Sound: The shadow of everyday life
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Hush hush. Listen. The shadow of everyday life. اَلسَّلَام عَلَيْكُم وَرَحْمَة اللهِ وَبَرَكَا تُهُ. I am a living embodiment of contradictions. I treasure books but I don't read. I know time's precious but I often waste it. I love flowers and greenery but I don't do my part to save it. I expect trust but I do not give it freely. I value freedom but I shove myself into a prison. I hear but I do not listen. I hear but I do not heed. I see but I do not believe. I believe but I lack faith. We are as I am.
