Days of Tomorrow
Previous Posts
- As I was putting my shoes on after salat il ishaa,...
- A grapefruit is a lemon that had a chance and took...
- The hands of time, we cannot turn back.Why do your...
- adddingsubtrctingmultimultiplyingdiv id ing
- Everything has its own Personal Legend.
- 'How delightfullythe fishesare enjoying themselves...
- سبحان الله وبحمده
- a stolen trust
- My toothbrush was stolen. You have got to be kiddi...
- No matter how many times I play Mu'allim, by Sami ...
Sunday, February 26, 2006
6 Comments:
imagine that. Seriously, taking a stroll on a path between beautiful, strong standing trees, in a gentle blowing breeze is unforgetable. And to discuss your deepest darkest secrets with one whome you trust, is priceless...
wow...
I agree... quite the unforgetable experience... *sigh*
no one can be trusted
yes they can, you just have to know who to trust.
SALAM :D
painted eyes..its me alisha...long time no talk.. wuts up?
tis alisha by the way...
Al salam alikom,
I'm good alhamdoulillah. How are you? I haven't heard from you in awhile. I tried to check your blog a couple of times but it seems that it no longer exists. It would be a shame if you deleted it...
Well, it was nice to hear from you again. Fill me in on what happened to your blog.
Salam.
Post a Comment
<< Home