My lonely, lonely beauty of ...

Almost a week I was not able to play my fingers over the keys of my notebook's black. Yes, I lost the ability to write what I think and think about what I write, perhaps because it is still grieving, or because I was not able to fight my own quiet, so I can stay for hours and hours, staring at the screen 10 inc me without writing any and without reading anything:) "why does De? again why the hell? De dong share, lend my shoulder to cry for ya, do not autistic so ah "haih, my friend's words when he did not meet the new writing on the terrace of my black blogs.
Ah, I do not know whether I'm enjoying the quiet beauty or is there a dance dance in my soul and I could not remove the article or just a word, my tongue numb, my fingers stiff:) I was reminded by a child 12 years old , a handsome man who has spent her life lonely, all his life he was quiet and the rest of his life he did not say a word and the rest of his life he played with the lonely, enjoy the quiet beauty of his own. Yes, he was Aziz an autistic child who was born from the same blood with me because she is my little cousin.

Yeah, I remember a week ago he had deposited in my house to play with me:) when me and her coloring and she still cool with her own world until the picture was finished and he gave me without saying, when I play my slender fingers strumming his guitar, he just put his fingers on the same Snar this without knowing how it goes and without expression whether he enjoys the guitar strings or he just wanted to know, because I smile it never returned: (yes, his world was so quiet, so quiet, so silent.

     Subhanallah ... GOD created this little guy must have to teach the people around him that to talk to GOD no need to speak, when he wants something does not need to shout, and this little boy taught the world how wonderful he has, nan quiet paradise along the 12 years he live without a voice, GOD still meet their needs for life.

O GOD, O breath owners, who each created YOU what is the science for others, thank you for teaching me how wonderful it is quiet ... quiet when just me and GOD to talk to each other even without words.

Maybe sometimes it's still beautiful, my tutor said "Oral reasonable person emerged from behind his conscience. So when he started to speak, he first returned to his conscience. If there is benefit for him, he speaks and if it could be dangerous, so he restrained himself. While the foolish heart was in his mouth, he speaks according to what he want. "Aziz was just talking with his conscience over his actions and communicate without talking, yes GOD loved him in silent yes GOD.

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