Black and white

He stood silently, his face agitated. Anger, thick and evil, swirled inside him, making his hand shaken.

The dusk was falling rapidly as the wind swirling the sounds of adzan. It touched him inside, echoing the calmness. It subdued his heart beat that once was pounding fiercely.

He sat slowly on the barren ground. It’s him and his God.

Now I know, he thought and closed his eyes.

Author: aryadn

blogger, microblogger, professional mining engineer, metallurgist by education, interested in mobile-street photography.