She Is Beautiful
Have you ever see someone who was so sad and helpless at the day; they desperately couldn’t do anything about it, and then sob quietly as the dusk down? Just right at the moment when the greyish sky and cloud turned into a clear cold blue-glass colour, a tiny splash of tears fell down to earth. I didn’t see it. Maybe I was too caught up in my work and had no time to look at those tears, but the exact moment I stared at that cold blue sky, everything just seem vague; the movement of the people outside my fence seemed blur, and calls of the mosque looked like they come from distant places. I could predict the tears by the noon; thought that it will come soon, but I was flustered by the way that they were being held back for so long; till the dusk. This day, I was too tired to observe my surrounding, but what happened to the day really was something that I cannot simply ignore. Yesterday, this was happened too and really affected my entire day. Today it happened again...