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The air is clean and the atmosphere in the room is soft. The white table at the left corner of the room resides firmly while the stainless steel table lamp bows down aiming the globe towards the stack of paper. The pens are positioned by the wallet, the watch, ticking as punctual as it could, lay beside the wallet. The scribbling on the paper depicts the idea of an ever thinking mind of a briliiant man; perhaps. The phone at the left of the table sat quietly, no ringings for the moment, engraving respect to the endless calm residue of the calamity and gushing lives of people without ambitions. The bed opposite the table resolved its softness and comfort with the look of the colourful bedsheet that reacts with the passive atmosphere. The laundry basket is filled with clothes of pure distraction to the eye, the view that affects as well the senses that was built before. The window stood clear on the right of the white table. The glass lets the view
pass through it and the eye would certainly focus on the red and white stripes of the awning belonged to the creamy yellow building labelled Early Settler. The building would certainly make the view overlook the green leaves of the maple tree just by the window. The sunlight of dusk resides on the west side of the buildings on the block across the road. The branches of the maple trees wave slowly blown by the cool western breeze of the dusk wind of Adelaide. The moment that can never be acclaimed by the eyes of forging lies nor by the mind of the disbelievers. This is the blessing of Allah towards mankind, the blessing meant for everyone, not for any certain tribes or people, but for all. So help end the war of our brothers by boycotting the products of our enemy. Jazakallahukahairan kathira.