MY MIND

This is not about you , about us , or about them . 
It's about a mind or maybe just a fantasy . 
Whether it is still there or not on this earth .Just simple ..I'm just really and really want to hear  the Adzan Sound. 

Well ... The Sound of Maghrib Adzan  .Where in a village  in the middle of the gloomy oil lamp and the shady of huts that has a bamboo weave walls .. 

Maghrib Adzan sound where  mix with crickets chat and  the frogs scream like a choir .Maghrib Adhan sound where songs blend with bamboo leaves are occasionally clear dew dripping between hat tiny heads and hooded sarong walking to the little mosque .. 

Maghrib Adhan sounds that blend in with the singing beetle palm tree that is more noisy than battered motorcycle exhaust sound . Occasional sound of giggling little girls who walk on tiptoe down the flower of grass .

Maghrib Adhan sounds that blend with the water gurgling bamboo resources.
Anywhere quiet boisterous.
Anywhere quiet full tone.
There was no rancor, no envy and jealousy.

Subhanallah ...
God .. Allow me to meet my mind at this moment at the right time ..
Allow me to bring father and my mother to enjoy it anyway.
And we were there it was flattering in a little mosque
.... in YOUR Maghrib


 ~bill, Slo 06 Okt 2013