The cry made my Mom embrace me into her arms. Telling me I shouldn't need to be afraid of anything, she will be there with me. Those words made my tears dry and gave a comfort to my fear.
I was being washed by the nurses and they dressed me with beautiful and cute clothes. Everyone was happy for my birth as they were congratulating each other.
I was unable to forget that creature. His features were saved in the back of my mind. I was extremelly afraid to see him again. My little tiny heart was still pounding hard in my chest.
I was taken to a new place named home where I was supposed to live for the rest of my live. A room full of toys was waiting for me and I was happy to see them. I couldn't play as I was unable to sit or roll around.
I didn't know at first who these people were with whom I was spending my early age but I was happy to know I had some people to take care of me.
The days were passing as I was learning on how to speak and talk. It wasn't easy as I struggled a lot.
Year after year my parents were spending tons of money in something that was not productive at all. My birthday.
They were teaching me lessons but found as something was missed in between. The teaching of my religion as I needed someone to inculcate in me.
I was finally a teneager. And I understood which religion I was belonging to, Islam. I was unaware of my own religion when it was coming to explain others!
My friends had a different faith but we all had something in common, we respected each other as if we belonged from the same family. We never had any kind of hate towards each other, and that was one of the teaching I learnt.
At home my parents used to fight with each other and that sometimes brought tears to my eyes. I wanted to ask for help but was feeling ashamed of asking my friends. Who should I address my problem to?
One day, I went to college, and was at ethic class where the teacher started talking about different faiths in this world. I was curious to know, why there are so many faiths and raised a question.
End of chapter 2.
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