at 40K feet, or with -59F outside, or on top of Iceland, you look outside the window and the only thing that comes to your mind is... Allah's here too, and this time and space belongs to Him also.
then you see the stars covering the night sky, the velvet wrapping your plane, and the yellow spots on the little earth growing smaller in front of your eyes, you sitting helplessly in your seat with a mere steel buckle ready to let go of you any time. and the only One you can cross your fingers on is Allah. and again everything in and outside the Boeing 777 belongs to Him and Him alone.
12th July 2011 |
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