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Signs of COVID-19

Humans panic. Handshake, hug, cheek kissing now replaced with shoe or elbow touch. Be suspicious of each other, maintain a distance. Economy collapse. Stock market fall out. Marriage & death ceremony abolished. Mother give birth in trouble. Hospital & medical overwhelmed. Worried, afraid, sad, hit humans. The cause?? Gosh... just a weak micro creature, a virus, which is pressed by finger surely dead but its strength is incredible.

Mecca, Medina, Vatican, Wailing Wall, Buddhist Monastery, Hindu Temple, and almost all worship places around the world was closed for human during this pandemic. Billions of people retreated to their cage. The world feels lonely, silent, empty. Maybe God is angry. As if want to say : "Go away you human, no need to look for me anymore"

Maybe God is getting bored seeing our behavior, which is always wrong and proud of sin. Or nature begin to be reluctant to befriend us. Hopefully in this quarantine period, human can aware and apologize to Him.

Thank you for reading my simple premonition. A simple omen for mankind.

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  1. I have heard many stories about the signs of the end times. But this time caught my attention.
    Did you get divine inspiration before writing this post ?

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    1. Suddenly I got the idea to write this post because the corona pandemic is so extraordinary. I don't know whether it is called divine inspiration.

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