“A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed...It feels an impulsion...this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.”
--Richard Bach--
Maniniyut: And if the strong winds hit me, i will not be afraid. I have my family, friends and my God and they are my clouds. Together we turn grey and heavy, white and fresh. Sometimes we don't show ourselves but we exist. We hold on to each other up until our last breath.
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