Dia bukan pendiam. Dia cuma tidak tahu bagaimana untuk didengari. Di sebalik senyum yang dipaksa dan langkah yang tetap gagah, ada suara yang tidak pernah diberi ruang suara yang bernama Sunyi. Ini bukan kisah cinta, tapi kisah bertahan. Tentang perempuan yang setiap malamnya bertarung tanpa pedang, dan setiap paginya bangkit tanpa tepukan.

This book is composed of a wide range of islamic articles in english for muslims who don't speak arabic. There is a similar book in french.

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

Parents. One word that is really important to us. One relation that bought us into the world, helped us become the person we are today what happens when you lose them, become an orphan and a guardian to your 3 younger siblings?