Rochdi

What could we be, Without Him? How could we go on without Him? What do we expect ourselves to become if we are not with Him? How long shall we pretend to be that we are grateful, and for what are we thankful? Is it for the air which is still going out from our lungs? Is it for these small fingers with which we are so happy to write or is it for the fact that we still can see the light of the sun? Are we something without Him? How big are we? How powerful is our fist? How strong is our step? W...