Bismillah, ashshalaatu wassalaamu ‘alaa Rasuulillaah.
A dream seems too far, too high, and too beautiful when you haven’t reached it. But once you got it, it will just become something that passes. Very so-so. Not a big deal.
Maybe this time I’ll try to train my English in public. Just comment below when you find a grammar error or else.
Day by day ran away. Life in ITB was normally no more than just a class-then-test, class-then-test, and class-then-test. We, the students, were forced to be always ready under pressure. Or was it only me who felt so? Continue reading “Resurgence: A Comrade Factor”