Chapter 4

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"Let us move on shall we?"

I faint a smile and say, "we shall."

"This is the last destination for our walk."

The video that is now playing is recap of the best moments I had in my childhood and pre-adolescence stage. After that is now playing the wishes I made in simple days or on birthdays, the prayers I sent and prayed hard for, the neglects I did to myself, the wrong things I did to the people around me, how I helped some, my work as a writer and an event organizer while managing our photography business, my own family, my old family, how it used to be, how I changed, how everybody changed, the laughs and tears, the embarrassment and awkwardness, the confidence and amusement, the mass, the wedding, the reunions; everything.

I could not take it anymore.

"Now, dear, let us go back to where we came from."

While walking he keeps talking to me.

"I know you," he says.

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,

before you were born I set you apart;

I appointed you as a prophet to the nations."



"Come on now, let me as you one thing."

"What is it my Lord?"

"You will be sent back to your mortal body but you have to choose which path to take."

"What are the choices?"

"Will you go to the left where there is nothing right or will you go to the right where there is nothing left?"

I think I took the biggest amount of breath I can in my entire life.

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