by Atif Abbas
August 22, 1999 around 1610hrs.
At this time, looking outside thinking nothing but feeling the warmth’s Sun. Listening to the sweet chirping of sparrows & enthusiastic voices of crows in the silence of afternoon. Wind of low intensity is making the leaves to flutter.
The thing fascinating me the most is the zest of crow, which is not in my sight. I feel that the crow may be praying to Almighty. And may be it is trying to convey the message of Almighty.
August 22, 1999 around 1610hrs.
At this time, looking outside thinking nothing but feeling the warmth’s Sun. Listening to the sweet chirping of sparrows & enthusiastic voices of crows in the silence of afternoon. Wind of low intensity is making the leaves to flutter.The thing fascinating me the most is the zest of crow, which is not in my sight. I feel that the crow may be praying to Almighty. And may be it is trying to convey the message of Almighty.
During its high flight, Almighty selected this creature to tell the world what is going to happen because of their deeds as it is the only crow shouting in that silence, may be.
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