The route had taken..
The writer departed from the ex-soviet country, just in the middle of the winter..
The aim is just to get out from the severe coldness of everything..
To feel the time of happy, to be in the day under the dappled sunlight..
To get rid the feeling of numbness, guilty, tired, after 2 week of late night-staying..
Yes, the experiences will teach the most valuable lessons, to be more like the grown-ups,
In which the journey in life shows them the better ways of thinking and perspective,
To measure the life with the most rational argument, though we can’t be perfectly omniscient..
To be just better..
Yes, the route had taken..
The Istanbul, the point of culture mixture, the European blended well with Islamic culture…
Till to Egypt, the cradle of world civilizations..
Hopefully, the days that were spent had gave the chances to feel the diversity of everything..
the writer and blue mosque
blue mosque, istanbul
haghia sophia, istanbul, once it was a church, the a mosque, and now a museum
the writer, pyramid, and sunlight
the team, camels, and the pyramids
tur sina and sunlight
down the tur sina
p/s: till now, the writer is still afraid to begin the new days, yet the future must be discovered, O’ Allah, guide me~