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Salam all,

Can you see the photo below? Can you read it? So sorry if you cant. I do not know how to make it bigger. It's a screen capture of a conversation on the FB (I'm sure that is obvious).


It was a conversation between 4 friends who are currently thousand miles apart. Friends liLah are meant to be forever. Friends are whom you share your feelings with. Your happiness, your sorrow. Friends will always lend their ears and shoulders for you to shed their tears. Friends would be those that would jump to joy for your happiness and success. Friends should be those who never tires of giving. Friends are those who will always be there for you. Most importantly, friends should be the one who are able to bring you
closer to your Rabb, Allah swt.

We have not been 'talking' to each other for months. When suddenly everybody appears on this cyberspace, the friendship becomes so lively. Old times are always the beautiful memories. Good friends never retain the stain in friendship. As quoted from one of the postings, "Seorang di Selatan tanah air, seorang di wilayah tengah tanah air, seorang hampir Gurun Sahara dan seorang di Teluk Persia, entah bila dapat bertemu kembali". It was truly a feeling deep in heart for tomorrow is never a guarantee for the sun to shine on our face again. Accept the fact that today is not yesterday, and yesterday may never repeats.

May our friendship last forever and ever liLah. Amin.


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  1. Can't help my tears from falling when reading what you have written, Ina. Really miss you all and those days!!!

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  2. Can't help my tears from falling when reading what you have written, Ina. Really miss you all and those days!!! ---> Atie.

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  3. We meet and we part for the sake of Allah..May our paths cross again someday..InsyaAllah.. -nik-

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