Ramadhan

Indah banget yah Ramadhan itu..

Merasa gak sih?

[tauk gak sih, i've been here for 15 minutes trying to describe how beautiful it is.. but to no avail]

the peace.
the serenity.
the surrender to the almighty.
the everything.

it's just beautiful.

you gotta experience it yourself to feel the beauty.


Alhamdulillahirrabbil alamiiin..

Comments

MelMow said…
just felt it kie...
rasanya gak rela dia pergi begitu aja.
kalo ada 100 hari bulan ramadhan gue rela meski harus kurang tidur.
3:54 PM
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