Untittled...

Bismillahirahman'nirahim

Look at the little boy above. He got a problem.. How do i know that? Let me explain.. A little child by nature plays is happy and always with some one,be with his mother,sister,brother or his friends. They don't have a thing to worry about but when you looked at a small child under twelve,pensive... believe me, he is facing a problem incomprehensible to his mind and a little body.. You want know how i know it? because I used to be that chid .. I used to sit like him.. :) no dangling legs either swinging it. It just hanging down and not even crossed.. Whatever is on his mind is too heavy for him to bear that he's not react to anything.. Seems like a puppet,all still and stiff, not even care what goes around.. You know what I'm thingking when I like that? I just don't even know when I started doing all of that but I realised and I was always think.. Who am I? Who were my parents? Whose my brother and sister? Why? Why my life was different from others? Who do I belong to? Don't be surprised of what goes on in the minds of a child. The mind that has tremendous abilities,treepassing time and borders with unlimited powers of imagination.. 

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Written By : N.A.Z 

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