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Monday, May 8

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I love tis Atuk. He was warm to us when we went to his house. He made for us air sirap(even if it's tasted only plain water not sirap)

I've never felt grandfatherly love again until i met him.

This shot was the most close up picture i've snapped with het's Dg. Masyallah. Thank God for had made me snapped plenty of his pictures tat 1st meeting.

But it was the very first and the last! A pity, tis Atuk above have left us. May his soul rest in peace and may Allah bless him. Al-fatihah.


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