man of no choice.

oct 9, 2313 hrs

lucky for those who are adding chances and choices to their life.

this is not me being the only oldest son of a financially insufficient family, who has to take care of his younger siblings, keep them stuffed and lived.
nor a victim of an arrange-married bride whose complaint wouldnt matter in the inside of a roof-ed box called home.
i am not either the postman whose life is pointed by map for years and years walking the same route, in the same hours of day, the same addresses, the same citizens to be said hi.

i am only a person who live a life  with a bit limitation by an honor called, responsibility.

* a reminder for:
- myself
- those who start to forget that they are a part of a family
- those who start to forget that they are a part of an organizations, foundations, volunteering programs, anything
- those who start to forget that they are a part of a country. by the way, it felt good having the name of your country written on your head, carrying it everywhere on your shoulders.
- those who start to forget that they are a part of a friend's life
- those who start to forget that they are ones of God's most perfect creation, that are able to give actions, to think before determine, to consider consequences, to calculate anticipations, to follow what leads, to lead the followers.

May Allah forgive us/