Beginning of the journey.. Echo wounded hesitate

Night time, and I'm sitting under the walls of a house I record these words that filled my heart out ..

The days pass like its predecessors, it has become so familiar with something, we live in a constant routine, it has become a semi-disturbing, if not quite worrying .. Promote the morning and then cook your breakfast and go to college after fatigue considerably, and in the middle of the day back to the house to eat only and tired and nothing else, do not rest or calm, we cut the road in about forty minutes or more, this is to go In the second leg The same applies to and in the evening like this. come to cook your dinner and then stay awake until one o'clock.

This overview of our lives, but here is worse, you have to break this routine and bear the expenses of life.

Oh, life is tougher for the hurt I have been if my friend (n), who lived alone, had borne the pain of life. He must secure a living and cooking his meals and wash his clothes,

It seems to me easy, but after the experiment was clear to me what was suffered by this dear friend of the Savior. 

His image still inspire my mind wandering and suffering in my mind, it was not his particular. I will not say he was homeless for its place in my heart. I still regret Astfsazzati him when I told him Bmkalmati telephone ..

The situation is complicated here, despite the provision of enough money I am compelled to rationalize my spend it .. May be my concern stems from recent personal experience, but my concern is growing up day after day .. Valmnhh university there is no specific time to receive it and if we may be delayed more than in the case of bankruptcy .. But what can we do??? Nothing at all

Wednesday, October 13, 1993 at 9 at night and 31 minutes

I wrote these words after we dined, and after ghusl la carte .. Was (i) reads

Old newspaper pages, (q) has washed his clothes and then clean the floor of the room

M. Q