MOHAMMAD SKATI


When One's Conscince Dies


The death of someone or Something means the inevitable death Of one's whole entity or Anything's whole entity, The death of one's conscience but, He is still alive, It means that is the real death of That human being, When someone's conscience dies It means everything pretty is going to die, What's the use of man's flesh without Having his pretty conscience? We're completely dead when our consciences Die or stop working for any reason, Our consciences contain everything pretty in us Including our pretty feelings and emotions, We turn bankrupt we lack good things in us Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, Life is so pretty and so great when We estimate everyone and everything in it well, The real death of us happens When our pretty consciences die and Stop working for good, so The more we keep our consciences active, The more we get pretty and well in life.

Submitted: Sunday, March 02, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 03, 2014

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  • Rookie Imagine Whatif (3/2/2014 9:50:00 PM)

    it is worth asking if the perpetrator of the killing can also be the sole resuscitator. methinks..... (Report) Reply

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