Hello there! Hi there! Time ticks on, and I'm still not married. You are my girl. I love you and I want to marry you. I need you.
Alas, I have no power. The proof of that is that I have no money. I have no money to build your house, so I have no power. I have no money to buy musical instruments, so I have no power. I am like a caged ape being fed reasons to live every once in a while. I have no power. Allah has all the power.
I hang my trash on a nail on the wall at about eye level. Like a caveman, huh? But some vicious beasts have figured out that they can jump high and hang on to the trash bag with their claws, and rip the bag open. So now I have to keep my trash in a bin on the floor with a lid on it. Menacing varmints are forcing me to be civilized.
