misunderstanding

Though I could not ever say,

I guess my own soul knew,

Yet kept its secret from myself,

For my own good sake,

To garner the kind of shelter,

Illusion though it was,

That I had an umbrella,

In the coldest rain.

For in that dreamy state,

It could render the handle a wand,

Create an entire house,

A home with hearth and fire warm,

Conjure sweetness from indifference,

Both mirage and oasis,

A dual sense of reality,

Fashioned for survival,

And therein I was trained,

For this destiny,

By a universe that did it's best,

To love and to care,

In a broken world,

Such as ours,

And here is my truth,

My God answered,

Stayed,

Did what was possible,

And taught me better,

Then any other could.

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By Angela Abraham

If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

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Third person p.o.v

" I know it must be a little difficult for you but we are not in a hurry , you think about it . We will wait for your answer " Mr. And Mrs Khalil spoke as they both